As we go out
to corral, in the nightfall
of the year,
those actions we have taken
to reduce the span from
there to here,
those designs
become spooked
and careen away, rudderless
as verbs
without their
formal subjects—and so,
the last thing
we see in
2023
is our do's
and be's and say's
and repair's
revert back
to frightened and
feral infinitives
and hook out beyond
our dim, might-
obscured sightlines, til they're
subsumed
in the hugeness of
everywhere.
