in all this sadness
you still appear–
a testament to ability, though meager maybe.
Your lines extend planks reaching into a farther place.
Here, another connection. Yet another over at this end. And here, a small wait,
a test of patience, evermore sadness, yet even the barriers they just act as strainers
and leave another product dripping through to the other end and thus extend and extend end to end and on until I