The things under-
neath, beneath the
added, like one
another, a lost
air, all around the
canyons of our
individual lives,
always together, there.
4:14; 4:26; 4:39:
Time
doesn't mean a
thing to those standing,
waiting, like we always do.
In the red, the green, there
seems to be a something
sometimes coming, yet, still,
we're always stuck waiting for it.
