Longueur

Waste is a goodness, away
From the life that can’t use it
Or discovered by the life

That can. This isn’t final,
As declarations go, not
The last thought by a long shot.

Like all the rest of the silk,
The lines are testing, testing
For the strong holds through thin air.

Waste is only distressful
Found by life that can’t use it,
Or, sadly, undiscovered

By the life that can. Boredom,
For instance, when not to hand.