outpost
i think i'm doing what's best, rewinding and twisting and summarizing. trapped in criss-crossed headlights, i lose
somewhere in the mix that doesn't exist alone,
when
i see you
becomes
i can't see where i'm going.
i hear secret calls under the thunder
and run to my third person outpost, determined to catch my personality in the act, prove i can be out there
unaware
and work.
there's not much to record.. i'm in front of you tightening widgets to lock charm in little turns of face.
light from my outpost widens, puts creases and shadows i didn't notice on the ground. doubting then
i feel the now of by myself and think it's only.
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