in like manner then the flames caug...

in like manner then the flames caught up with us halfway there
and the prompter--in a minute he'll give us our nod
We streamed, take that back, we strode and now
forward your feet and down you make progress like water on the mill
breathless and landless, granted you give them
something to dream about. Simple like a song-lyric,
just like a woman. on the contrary this
high sheen, seeming-technocolor
shoestring of days, pages from a calender
gleaming like exotic postmarks
in an album--was it this, dear basilisk, our trail of powder?
I'm afraid we're carrying around