form of life for cactus fiddle?

there is a span of a million days

there is a walk with as many paces 

run to the end of your street

barefoot then to the end of yourself

who me you 

love ink black pepper

you me who & nobody

as ignored dust, no one can talk like that

to nothing

i heard a hard thing to hear 

an end

but don't you, you dare not, well, we all

we are worth an arm's length

this arm is hard to grow new skin on

a re-arranged song gets that-

oh! everything can feel and matter

or is an angle a tempo or place?

i am alarmed 

by errant whatchamemes i don't know

maybe i am all old 

i rarely talk with age-old people

lol

i hardly know hard talk; to talk hard

to cave in everyhouse to talk any word

to talk world

it turns out that nobody has got to touch you

and you'll grow up right since i can really see you

and i can really hear you 

so i put my hands behind my back

however many seconds ago