behind closed eyes and that clenched jaw
is terror that brings us to the end for which
neither was psyched, but we took off our love
goggles to look at grinning teeth of reality,
successful for another moon passing ignoring
the jitters of impending questionable doom.
lets set our house on fire to look like heroes when
we put it out seemed like a good idea, but dont we
already fit seamsely without thinking there is something
more?