if you manage elation, in stasis it comes   the masturbation, or the newscast of a minimal bomb.      when you flee from the station, in engines that gong.   the conversation, the hesitation   or the figure 5 gold.      if you manage vacation alone, i know i know.      to all the people in reservations of one   asleep within dream on the carpets of dawn.   running their fingers on the branches like arms   whispering i know, and i will not tell      this could be the sun, or a hole in the dark.   and run by run they put out the flames.