Erasing the storied narrative, 
Baseline coherence that were normal, believable   
 
Then this   
 
Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up credibility  
Standing far off across  
Yours, just considering you   
 
In the era or epoch of fake announcements..  
That’s what I would be making — if I were to talk to you  
Just a sec so that waking cuts and runs  
 
To keep from you forever  
Nothing, seen forever!