- Rebejabbled

We spoke like we knew how to speak
      And what's been spoken
And in those terms, it was luckily forgotten.
So was the sitting, at the same time
   Caught in the current(:) grey,
   And brightly imprinted inside.
Spaces squinted
And others skipped
   Or hid
In the long stretches,
I'm sure
   We can
      Draw it
         Deep.
The tragedy is tragedy's necessity.
The uncertainty is
Pleasure's place
As our purpose
In a world undirected
And ill on peace.
Desire faux.
And I know you know you knew but never told us.
And I know I know now but won't know what
      To do.