Can we skip over
This pedestal we’re both
Caught under?
Another day caught
In tropopause
Sees right through me
Regardless of your
Nights left over
From epochs retrofitted
To the present. Let’s
Skip plain speech
And strength, let us
Skip nothing’s wrong
And ascend this
Long present.
Let’s skip the
Trip around the sun
And sin, another
Bildungsroman,
In final form
Until root embrace.