how to ask someone,
        "Did you give me
         a cursed object?"
then come back
a moment, to surge
in the direct current
of channeled simplicity;
laughing at endless skies.
and there was a moment when
you cared how others saw
you;
a fraction of the sum.
a fraction of One.
still, senses know that
they're running for pace
but not in challenge for a
confident solar plexus;
main-veined ring finger.
(go explore, do it well)
and like a cursed object,
was more a power
surging hallucinations;
light that fire in your head.
(be well and fine,
if this is the right;
this is as well as meditate)
this is not the wrong.
this is gulping black coffee
scalding words instead of tongue;
losing muscular expression
if only a time-temporary maneuver
over head, and then forward
movement with no self-impressions.