And still the word hung in mid air,
chill net curtain blown between us
emotional crowbar wrought from where
and if and how and was and as.
And flew the wind in face of reason
as dark the time grew with the season
now near is end, speak truth is treason.

And still the word hung in mid air,
looked on and laughed as
shallowness drowned deep despair,
doubting ivy slipped crack to crack
grew here to then and then to back.
Consequences slipstreamed actions
released the howl of chained reaction.

And still the word hung in mid air,
stared eye to eye
close as fist, far from care
once danced in time, owed to joy
now out of space, in the void
applied the brakes, supplied the friction
as into every once and which way
flew the inevitable contradiction.