the words weren’t mine

if you’ve come here expecting the very
essence of the thing distilled and crystal
clearly revealing itself then sorry
there’s nothing much other than heat and flux
soundly failing to fade away in fact
love loss and the like don’t get a look in

on reflection what happens anyway
Yuka tries speaking her mind for a change
as if its prints weren’t all over the case
long before               the word go figured making
the next move was all its own work she laughed
I wouldn’t usually bother this late
but I can’t sleep and I can’t keep reading
and if I know there won’t be any talk