So easy to tell that story.

What happened then,

What why we care,

How far did we go,

What’s left of our now?

We would consider

An array of wondering

How our constant decision

Might detract our willingness.

Instead we dive in

This time harder,

We know we are right

Until flat out naked

Again in the breeze of scorn.

That immediacy we cannot

Outrun this silent fury.