succumb to the line

the finishing time

the long distance runner

has stopped on the corner

but I won't give up

although I've stopped too

before the end of me and you

the patchwork explains

the land is unchanged

interpret the rooms

my tears in the typing pool

the letters are sighing

the ink is still drying

I told you the truth

and now i sigh too

the page turns on me and you

across that white plain

the land is unchanged