my finger's resting gently on the masterfade

[unsteadily]

haiku in 4 parts

it actually
exists or can exist things
that you tried to wreck

meantime i want you
to put words to it could be
a sense of loss just

done, unopened, the
decay settles in out of
breath like a serpent

rustles grasses, but
then sun floats up from the dead,
tricks to catch the light