Modular

[narrator]

It’s true
Under half-light
Anew
Why, a sore sight

Volume control
Sound inspired whole
Tolerant signals
Hate in full

Re-align
See—I’m fine
Don’t—look back
There’s nothing behind
Worth that

It’s true
Amid strong words
A few
Why, steadily assured

An arrow for slights
Arrogant—contrite
Modular—I drink you in
It’s not enough

It’s true
I don’t know
You never knew
I’ll never know