I, you (we) cast lives

Into gaps of printed words

We brush flows over aging pigment

Narrative creatures that we are

Movement, movement

We need motion, arcing,

Action to freedom

I want to tell us (you)

A story in perspective, a new story

In perspective

(How clear you have been)

Cleared and estranged

There are traces and notes,

Compelling notes

And many, many echoes