First place goes to the last creature in line.

and I

am

dying as you are dying distracted, in debt

to gods of will, malice,

indifference,

sheer fathom, sheer plumb as depth

The clouds spilled out from under themselves and weirded
the light into a golden range. The gold gathered our breath.

gave the Word domaine

over the real of all things

Drawn to a lodestone,
your attention
is collapsing

Fathers all sitting for peace in the dark

This is hurricane territory. It’s the gulf. Nobody here has body. Like me.