The
circumstances that drive these hours
&
days
& the speed at which they pass
“no
comprendo”
as
soon as you connect the dots they
scatter & reform
sometime later
which
is now
(sign & intial here)
Either
direction, or both, I hazard to guess
nothing new on a scale
of one to ten
it’s
all stems & seeds
except perhaps the memory of same
&
the awkwardness of the one-legged seagull
but only on land
when in
flight it’s a different story
way
west & deep
