hit so fast

hit so fast by anxious thoughts
of forward falls and autumn awnings
he swore in sign, the grey girl yawning
i moaned of pregnant clouds

hit so fast: my speech impaired-
take back last, 'tomorrow's hollow'
my breath borrowed, yest'day's swallow
i swore to mist-ate crowds

hit so fast: my bones dried red
blood-like fingers scripted murders
playing roles of great white herders
more oft' than most allowed