It's 'run-away' – night
and impetuous lite,
means I'd written with murderous shadow;
and my vision, the quay
[,]savo(i)r mined faculty,
though it's hardly worth her quarter,
as grave-smoke scarce trek averse,
little more a verst and it's gone;
Where you rise – there's a stage,
and they hold you to movement;
to leave to life— grievous withdrawal
–a premortem thrill.
Her world, my waste-paper—"bask-it!"
Insouciant headlights(,) a-bet
and keep going, "North—
as far as you'll take me."