something i will never know the giving of and why i stay away from thosetypes of passions the most arrested and piercing of reasoning living aseparate slippingto the sound of a leash unfastening to be in a stateof hurling till clicking slows and time finds itself in my speaking theletters of a name that belongs to another continent, culture, class thelayers of which overlap every thought i bring myself to with the imagesof my neighborhood grown and maybe the right you that you were for thatbrief moment i felt close to maybe i will find you there sleeping.