Saying Is Lastly

saying is lastly

it is, but i digress

it is pumping fists, intuition

is first,

and its perfuming aura is a ballerina’s scooped

neck when sensing is

twice, and seeing

is a twilight bird snacking junebugs, bats in quaint attic repose

by flashlight, wild wickered thickets of spindled

lost hunters’ bones

that’s thrice

and explaining it is lastly