Halves and shapes rotate to Dispel me into awful corners While drafts from portraits Pictures of wind that scatter me Like rain or empty threats Crowd to be small enough I hope for hoping enough Will see me through the day Slightly bearing my weight If only for a while There are strong angles Cutting letters for reading Deep into my skull That's happily arranged I know But if too late is right Then too early directs me And I will follow none to such lengths As destroying my destination Even one so well and timely happened