I keep
dipping my toe
into the pre-existed,
scrutinising its
frustrations,
celebrating,
inconspicuously,
highlighted moments—
beckoning its
non resistance,
confusing that
with
unwarranted arrests
and charges,
or misery
proceeding joy.
Rid of it like
flames on a candle,
detaching from
fragile,
goodwill-fraud.
Thankful I
ended up here,
respect to
whoever might be
“still out there”