There is and was a broken day
It’s tethered to my slower thoughts
It’s tethered to my only heart
That beats to its remission

There is and was an empty way
Among the world’s red-flower spots
Next to the gate of where-to-start
Past all sounds of derision

‘Among’ and ‘next’ and ‘past’ are all
Just words to say where we might be
They all denote proximity
And help us know location

But cannot tell us where we fall
On lands designed for jollity
And rich amid the quality
One love comes to
Ablation