I want to read out loud, maybe scream,
whatever my mind is mumbling, finally
stop the tumbling, kind, mistakes it makes.
I just finished a perfect bowl of ice cream,

thinking all along, caring and remembering
the staring, how could I keep quiet, all he
wishes to yell, my mind. I'd do all it takes
to plan or improvise, explaining the size

of how a small moment makes massive
changes possible. Imagine without passive
seconds, how a firecircle turns into an ember ring.
Get over there, casual and nice, best not too concise,

now flick a match and light the hallways, always
think but not too much, before it is too late.