As planets strip 

layers off me

I give up writing

my name in ice 

for I found a loophole 

to pull the known

through forgetting

Should have

I wish I did

But I'm here now

present

That's plenty

and also so 

beautiful

I stomped "No more

thirteen-hour days

during my winter cycle."

And paused

It's me, innit?

I can't not move

Next, more, again! 

and buckle in

When I burn out 

there will be fireworks

Feed me spoon-words

of Arabic and dates

while I watch no one

connecting seas via canals 

It sure stirs me

Between you shutting my door

and walking around the car for yours

lies a grand vacation for us both