Never is it more true

It doesn’t matter if

It’s at capacity or not

Only that there’s capacity 

This is all that matters  

Our means are metered  

Each step is measured  

I need that other eye

And here is the really 

Troubling thing.  We

Still haven’t spoken

And my dog is still 

Dead.  A paper boat

Floats for a time.  But

I think we both know

Or can imagine, what

Happens to the bottom

How the creases don’t

Even burst, just slip

Apart with the water