line by line
i move through day and night
in foreign tongue
the suggestion of,
the possibility,
the inevitable outcome.

flashing in time
with the past,
the unexpected
resurrected.

with the longing
of endless nights
and lost days in your arms,
future past,
imperfect,
imperative and 
present tense.

rescue us from transparency
and thin disguise
wandering aimlessly,
unavoidably exposed.