Breathe
A person in need of..
A person in lieu of..
..Some new way to navigate the night
Something to carry me over into day
Somewhere very specifically,
In fact halfway between Greenland and Taxco
at an insurance office that clearly used to be a KFC
And halfway between a lot of other places that matter, too
Continuous is not the opposite of transient, not only
To write a poem you need only say one thing
and then let it explain itself, that is
go back and unpack any part of it, every if you want it to go on forever
but you must be discreet about it,
not because I insist but because you already are
Seems you can write about anything now, huh? and it will
Hold
Someone's attention--but first, a second is a tick of a clock for everyone but for me, as many moments as I am aware of, which for the Aware makes the night and a second so
Damn long. As many points in a second as there are on a line, or on a dot
So a sleepless night really is infinitely long
--anything, it seems, in fact, even a bench outside an insurance office, open 24 hours (the bench, not the office)
Get out of bed, get cold so that you have something to want to get back to
For now, you have 19, and 72, and a million, and
uncountable seconds to sit through, thinking
A triangle of light, greenish like mold
makes grassy shadows
The bench is wooden and wet. Sit.
So this is what it looks like from inside. (This is the light that wakes me up when it turns on at Midnight, if I'm asleep and if I haven't turned the blinds just right.) It's a much different light now that I don't fight it but come inside it, moth-like
Yes, to survive is such a basic instict; when it is taken care of there is not much else that is as important, so that one is left lost, to navigate
without direction, on a map of infinitesimal (sic) detail. And if each is as important as the next, then one might as well be on a bench as in bed
Did you know the light went off at 5? Maybe they are trying to save green electricity
Breathe.
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