i remain
up and down
unphased by the
flow of air and the
miracle of space.
here we are,
right where we were
placed, with no accounting
for what was meant to be
or where was meant
to be here.
location, still
an irrelevant
anecdote, just a
roll of the chance
cube with arcane
symbology.
unhinged
unmoored
unknown
stepping
out and off
and reeling
through the unexpected
way my feet fly out from
me.
the way the world still
can surprise me.
Here's another moment
left left right left
and the directions write themselves
right left left right
and the world is giggling with some sense of reserve
up down up down
i imagine you are still finding
yourself out there
down down down up
diagonal patterns and lights whirring
little footfalls, end becomes beginning
up left right down
i'd like to pretend this means something
really, i'm just killing time,
really, killing time
really.
let them know this is what we do now
here
what we do
no directions required
anymore
