There is none
There won't
Windows of sugar glass panes
And castles of sand in the playground
Carve the names, then forget them
The radio has naught but 40s and 30s
And I
I be not for a reason
I be not for an answer
Smoke in the autumn
Dancing in house
Puffs of concordance
Of rugged joy and anger
Bass me up
Bass me upbeat
Tempo the bells
And flood my thirst
Till be I an atom