Desolation Wilderness by Christopher Sindt tags. Use to create line ends. See the second poem for a more complicated layout. Next to the Lake you are nearly absent.
Someone always knows the whole story.
You're inside the dark inside, because it is night. The urge is fleeting. It is there but forgetting its message. The wind is an advertisement for itself across the lake, the wide ruffling of the tent. Something about being in contact with me.