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