Stop back later

 when you step back or under
far side or plunder not
don’t see, blinded, a tree
a rock a fallout queen
a drift of snow…
how long how long
the long long time.
but no, not yet not dead
not dropped but held
held open like a belt
like a bolt and like a bingo
game, everyone is concentrating
following, flinging, 
there is hardly any saving
any savior, any time
left now…
the expanse goes on
and on…