(the road less travelled…) Each of these words has travelled through time and each has a thread and each has a meaning and a wandering line or two, lodged in my head. False. Her glimmer was fading like a mirror gaining patina and tarnished and burnished and light growing colder and she cannot keep up with the light, the love, the space. Like an escaping zoo animal she resists the panic of being caged and under the weight of freedom enraged and closer, pulling me into the time when and will still be lying there – waiting expanding, and fanning out like transport. But you, ….you will be gone.