Caught
on the existence plane
we
swift through sinking fury and tactless pain.
we
surge through time, through space, through mind
we
lose our lost and screech through find.
Scurrying
with wind and wept hope's claim
we'll
war with the wakers and sleep with the rain.
we'll
rush in addendum, our worlds are momentum,
we'll
hang up our precious and never forgive them
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1999