"...there can be no independent reality known as 'time', as if actants were driven forward by some temporal elan or duree, some flux of becoming distinct from their total reality here and how." - G. Harman

If we had no other words, or breath to take,

I would still speak to you. I feel the break of moments

And the end of lines, where each one stood the way

it could in perfect silence,

Unapproachable, mute, the dream of a memory

perfect and forgotten.

If I had no other choice in life, I would have touched your lips

Have traced myself and found myself again in eyes,

Have loosened myself to your fingers.