...& the clouds've lied & the lost're still cut-
off @ their sight & put-off just until kindness
calls you out. You find that you were made & let
it drive you down. Will you see when to fade, 
slowing to a run, known, & led along?
(The shedding to the rise; the portal & the
cost:) another piece will fly. You're getting close
again. Let it take it all. You know where you've
been. The corners come for good.
Blind, & far away, time was understood, but,
found us just too late. I'm going on alone. I've
seen the stolen son dragging through the night,
showing just enough.