As if we have br any answers. br Still, we imply. br br All that I have come br to believe in: br br the measurement of time, br the presence of light, br the moon, gaping at us. br br Across the lake br there is a girl br running her fingers br through her waist length hair. br br Or is it a shadow of something else? br br It's intriguing. I am intrigued by her. br By the slow split she makes br in that curtain of hair. br By the moonlight and it's cravings. br br This has been one of the longest days.