"that's how I am," I'll say,
pretext in writing: "this is really my life."
But everyone knows that's not how it happens at all.
not only the cords in the net, but the air
that escapes the interstices matters:
the rest remains as it was: inapprehensible.
time races by like a hare
in the February dew.
as to love -- love that unlimbers its haunches
leaving only a teaspoon of ashes
to say where the burning began--
the less said the better
--pablo neruda, "those lives".
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling; no copyright infringement intended, no profit made. the poem "those lives" is copyright to pablo neruda; no copyright infringement intended, no profit made. many thanks to: jain and k8 for the betas, and v for letting me crib the title.