Every had been horrible
sufficient to himself
already, to that truest
self, inside, as solely he
may realize it, so it
appeared it ought to
matter much less what methods
specifically they’d been
horrible to one another,
and even that they’d been
horrible in any respect. Likewise,
whether or not dying mattered
or not wasn’t the purpose,
had by no means been, they
understood this, now:
chicken crossing sky; sky
getting crossed; the sky
after that … They believed,
about struggling,
that its particular energy
is to outline, even because it
displaces it, the whole lot
it touches. They held on
to one another.
