With each rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever  
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.  
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.  
Molecules will sue   
 
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —  
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now  
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...  
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay 
Torched with prayer.