do you imagine or do you live
do you stay or do you leave
do your feet tread nettle traces or
do they guide you to crowded places
do you
domesticate young lands
or do you craft old by yourself

do you
wear his bracelet on the sleeve
or do you dream of a golden locket
do you
speak abruptly loud
so nobody could hear
or do you stuff murmurs of words
in your pockets

do you chase or do you catch the train
do autumn rains
hug the one you hold on to
or do it replace them with influx of others

do you imagine stars
or do you hide in midnight backyards

do you see the holograms
and do they speak
or can't you just tell people apart