remote and resting in a grove she removed a piece of paper from her pocket unfolding what used to be a crane just to prove a moment went by without talking then in secret she hid by the shore digging for something more what lies beyond the curve i couldnt stand to linger slow infinite crawl towards something i deserve regardless of pleasures that she reaps from wandering destinations remain disconnected because staring out across the lake was but a wild distraction from what she neglected in spite of encountering a lock why couldnt i think to knock what lies beyond the curve i couldnt stand to linger slow infinite crawl towards somewhere i belong from the quiet there was the sound of rain comes and goes without knowing certain when from the quiet there was the sound of rain comes and goes without knowing certain when1