Midday, fast 

You arrive three minutes before

the shift 

shifts gears away from

eggs to minute steaks timed

to uncommon 

perfect

and uncanny surrounding,

surrounding my

been and has and 

was and 

were, turned round and

about and outside 

in.

And although this is

how life will be

for now 

for me, and into

the future [imperfect-

{ly]-

ed}, happiness is so

poss, even when you

doss 

your way to the end

that wends its way 

for all.

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