When it happens / (as if it hasn’t already),

we want to make sure we’re together. Own enlaced with own: in the right place at this right time. As a time, it has been good to us: to those who count as us.

When this thing hits, we say, we want to make sure we stay we, until the end of our tethers —

the borders encapsulating sense. We must hold our nerve,

keep our wits about us. What else is there, but this system of the nerves, and what if it’s not about us?

what does it mean to save us, those of us who count

as us / every crackling end of us?