Life was elsewhere,
a near thing.
Counterblast:
my own bloodletting
foisting its versatile faces
to my such short-hauled surfeit.
Should I have poised
like a supremacist?
What if on the far side
somebody’s standstill
sheers them alongside
towards the nemesis of the overspill?

Notwithstanding the delaying tactics,
we will ride out
the shape of things to come.