i never know
what i mean
know what
i mean
you see
i'm not meant
to know
what i mean

some lobe aware
of my awareness
shapes my now
by feeding it
breadcrumbs
manufactured
and lined up
for my perception
as it were

and i think
i'm writing
this line
whilst if I had
been all of me
i'd know
i'm a reporter

erstwhile of course
when i say
let's go this way
we are already
enacting
and i am unsure
of my weight

and what part of me
silently
pulling strings
knowing themselves
I wants