I don’t know what it is about them
That awakens once listless desires to cross
Like a marathon runner
At first glimpse of the finish,
The moment his entire universe
Is funneled down to one thought,
One powerful lunge
Through intervening space.
Mostly, I live on their colorless side
Settling back, the way dust collects on furniture,
One surprising breeze from clutching the.
Hand outstretched in the distance.
I extend my arms, press close to the edge,
Imagine the mysterious passage,
The thrill of being pulled over.
