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."