last day of

last day of

and where are you you
echoing inside you
all a blur now "you all"
is there anyone an(other
are we one?) where do we
become what
we see among the winter trees
the dead arms, the leaves,
a series a serious
recurrence or a will?
what is there in here?

things are changing
now a little slowly now
a little more skin more smoke so much more
honesty
around the block around
these parts we don't trust
no one we expect
what we expect damn
(the) little hypocrisies the
old lies old lines old lives--
there is a rumbling in here.

where is in here?
where are these scents
coming from? is
there a world for us? is
there a line we can follow?
what can we say we--
be true to language other
languages other
words among the pile--
need to be there. there.
where?