What Remains we asked for nothing, wanting was unknown; the world lay distant, like a fabled shore. our talk was brave, our ignorance full-grown, and age a myth we’d never bargain for.

where coins of sunlight Billie : looked up / down a billion dollars(oh) and whispered no-thank-you / with her look spine / intact she let them float away like paper planes into the laughing wind instead of stacking them silent (some shelf of dare)