but
all that
is so
momentary
the that
i said
prior
to this that
fluff
floats around
blown around
changing form
by the minute
about as reliable
as the opposite
of concrete
about as reflective
as nothing
about as interesting
as any moment
of washing the face
about as exotic
as another day
about as intimate
as distance
about as desirable
as instant gratification
which wasn’t noticed
these trip–mes
this wrong town
i’ll rue depart