what is me
standing here, staring there — let me
rephrase that: leaning here, casually glancing there —
and why is it so affecting, so effective.
what is me going to mean when it was supposed to be
something else, when it was supposed to mean something else,
when it wasn’t supposed to mean.
i am picturing here,
standing here, staring there — let me
rephrase that: slumping here, looking down —
a darkened room, louder than life
and what is provoactive is inspiring me
to make meaning out of molehills
to take scent and keep it,
to wake up from dreams in agony,
and where is the revelation, and where am i
in all of this?