what world we've wound round--the wonder coming out in pieces--stammering beyond tender--a compass--rotating inside--ever trying to escape the skin--his was hers--bloodless and brooding--borrowed on a level--though a slack sack of goodness--his was hers--to give and give again--left to lean their long-tired--twenty-four-hour--flip flop gaming--she ran--stammering--a kind of slam-cram jamming--what took over was inside--a compass--ever trying to escape the skin--