I wish it began a
Little more differently,
More than
Teenage lust for
Adventure and all things
Bright
And shiny
And Reckless

But Time doesn’t run the other way
And the sand never falls up
Unless you turn it upside down—and
This world, though it turns
On its Y
Will never flip on X
And reverse

The creation of man, undone
The meeting of us, undone
This writing for you,
Undone