thought tightens, constricting in the shadow of anticipation, whose messaged presence mounts determination upon determination upon the future, to trammel dream with duty, beneath a suffocating fog of commitment that rusts lustres dull, forcing breath to fall stertorous, fretful, dissatisfying and diminished, with ribcage throbbing, irruent, collapsing, whilst hands slump weighted to type, to respond, to convey after silence that I cannot meet because I will not meet because I must not meet, the greyed phrases recurring to inscribe uncertainties that are certainties and certainties that are not, platitudes and pragmatics, spurting line on line to unload the heft, to take back control, to debouch thoughts into the darkling waters of distance, suspiring, fully, in embryonic ataraxy