What’s stopping you?
     howmanytimesareyougoingtoaskme

The reflection in the mirror talks back
a slap
in the face of my own draining placid fervor

      howamisupposedtodictatethroughthemuddled

Point central yet not centrifugal

   look like i always know what i’m doing what’s the next step what’s the higher trek the place the time the track the automation the rotation the pedestal

      constructed of sturdy insecurity

    ihavenofuckingclueihavenofuckingclue

     if energy cannot be lost where are my efforts left vested

     “if Any body, it would be you”

theyallsaytheyallsay so

        entering as my facade fabricated intricated interrogated berrated defiled demolished shredded left

     fordead

i’m working on it i’m working on it

More to come

asmileadrivealonelynight

         atemporaryhigh
            
                                     ­  capitalized.