Forever it was. It was. Bottomless.

Elusive. Alive. Fictional.

Lost, like in a month. A month, backwards. And mixed up with something vague like a cloud, like a Sunday, like a sheep. Like a mouth. Like a wall.

 

Falling.

Pattern.

After. Afterthought. Was. Afterthought of a muee, myun, mu.

 

Must have been.

Not something.

Not touching.

Not drafted.

Not drawn.

Not a point.

No point.

Not if.

Not concrete.

 

But not with a mouse, not with a floor, not with a nail, not with a hand, not with a yellow, not with a forgiven, not with jealousy.

 

Not with.

Not withstanding. Not withholding.

Not forgetting.

Not entertainment. Not willing to. Not wanting. Not signing.

Not rainbow. Not star.

Not drawing it back. Not putting it down. Not laughing too much. Not figuring anything out.

Not pressing against. Not rubbing it out. Not drawing it in the first place.

Not tonight. Not in this rain.

Not running. Not running. Not guessing.

Not endless. Not endless.

 

Endless.

 

Not.