Apostrophe S

the world moves swiftly.  all rabbits and raindrops in a long array of suicides.

selling each other with a caustic earnestness. that proximity is the same as union. 

we are travelers crippled by the distance between destinations. 

loud beasts with small horns. throbbing under the gaze of hungry predators. 

a single word is both small and infinite. 

time stumbles through us. a drunk antagonist. 

we were never young. nor do we grow old. we are always as we have been. 

tyrants in despair. 

the flesh is a curtain. a slender barrier between love and hurt. 

we are them more than ourselves. worn until soiled.