a single failing word
we all know and heard
it's not quite the enemy
so i'll let sleeping dogs lie
on the grounds that they hunt on
and run on
and fuck on
and die on
and fall on
and break on
and spit on

answer before i ask
a sun made of glass
it's not quite the right question
but it keeps us revolving
in the light that we burn in
and pray in
and scream in
and lie in
and pull in
and hide in
and mix in