the crash wake 1 Begin with us as we’re helped, untangled from ourselves, the field and sheen, pure cold, until the strangeness is our new world. Meaning is you through whatever else, your voice asking, first of all like a child scared at having destroyed its world, then urgent, calling both in fear and hope. It will take time and more to find our way back to who we were before the shimmer and promise of our snapped day. 2 The biting down is key, the locking onto something more than air and chemical sweetness. There for the looking your messages and the first birds through the window, speak, are spoken for, as I fight a way from vague to here. Waking, woken, happen on the same delay as yesterday. Wrapped in love I find your promise among emails, to come over later, defining, being most of all. 15