Given

Drawn by the heat, I stand by the door
My heart finds the place my head has ignored
The rain comes down and to my surprise
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

I move outside, towards the light
Something's not coming off my tongue quite right
The beetles are blacker than they've been before
Everything I thought I'd forgiven
Is given

Line arrangement

The wolves

There is a sense in which everything is coloured by the in-between-ness of one's life.

Yes.

And that whenever one tries to pick one's self up, one is suddenly brought to a halt.

By the wolves, mother?

Yes. By history. Philip. Ill-positioned cutlery. The whole bally upside down circus that's banged around in my head since the accident.

Popcorn

How long did you wait for your future to arrive?

Long.

Ha! I went home to watch the boxing.