Poets

Before supper, before the lamps warm the beds and the trees's foliage absorbs the dark and the night's abandoned. In the curtailed space of dusk whole seasons pass by unrecognized. Then the sky's freighted with clouds and air-currents drum at brambles and stumps.

To unearth the reason for a verb because the truth is it's not time yet and we don't know whether to rush forwards or take flight.

This language has no innocence - listen to how speeches break up as if also here there were a war a different war but war