It is what it is.
If you don’t try to persist
and seek the essential,
you are protected.

Too many patterns
in the mind to analyze.
If you go straight,
you are untouched,
but if you turn the page…

Everything will change,
the scorched material
waking up to convert its shape.
The definitions are trembling
Nothing is the same.

The eyes hunt the words,
never spoken before
in the large boiling cauldron
of speculation.

You can’t guess
which role in the show
will be assigned
if you step beyond
fixed synchronization,
but does it matter if you’re
on the next page?