an emergency emerged
surfacing pluralled by single malt
whisked out like a cat on its cushions
nothing ever turned out exactly as we planned it
when we decided not to plan it
as it got too late, we were reconciled
with ideas of impedance and hindrance.
what a soil: fertile and arid at the same time.
the limitless scared us
creeping from behind
beating down in frothier fourths
and the years on our hands.
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