There is never a relevant reaction
To the realization, of being lost
Not a corner
Not a turn missed
Not a stumble, past a road sign
Just a gut wrench
harder than poison
or childish heaves of alcohol
A falling through the curtain
On stage
with the cruelest of admirers
disappointed there is no meat left
to pick from the bones
Pardon me,
Excuse me,
I disintegrate nightly
On no one's terms
not even my own
But laugh if you wish