they were in through the meadow, each foot falling under,
as every notion taken abreast; their eyes followed carefully,
as hands fumbled weakly for recuperation,
"our tomorrows" he intimates,
"our tomorrows only revised todays,
as we sacrifice our revisions,
as appeasal so much more calm,
to nothing"

he stares forward,
his vision shakes, his arms,
biting lip,
he sits now, watching,
transfixed at the light
why the light shined off all of the trees,
the light trembled before it reached her

and falling into breast,
motion is trivial,
eyesight is fading,
and reciprocation,
and between tomorrow her and tomorrow, watching
carefully