III.
Is it time
a sheering
a shelf
the world
borne up
by what
Is it so much
Is it time
by the capillary action
of years of photographs
of looks
of looks lost on one another
Is it so much
I had no idea
daylight would be
like this
I had no idea
of love
in the daylight
Your eyes are blue
volcanic lakes
without depth
without heat
simply welling up
so much time
