Go now. Find your way past
edges and borders. Look into
liminal space for his preferred
edges.

Into his explosive space,
his placement in it; was it central
to him, a fence post of his reason,
a tough stone for logic? He didn’t
seem to know. He kept
his own counsel in all matters
and it fell to him to do no more
than mutter, say “never mind,”
close his eyes, wonder how it all
went together or not. So:

go now. Go to his source
or go alone. Allow him
this one luxury, this response.
Go into the street and sob.
You are not at fault for this.