fifty percent of almost half

I've always been best at blurry

inserting meaning
in the meanwhiles
the fragility familiar
like the shape
rain makes on impact
with that
hey
say
remember when?
(whenever)
measuring the time it takes
forever
in these fabricated hints
and not-so-subtle displeasure

like love's ad infinitum
not a finite item
the fine line
and otherwise
found hiding
but

I was born
sure I could
scream down the sun
instead of subjection
to setting
and settling

these days I know to know
no better
and when placing stars
still suggest
myself
and those I orbit
so impatiently

stop searching
the end will find you anyway