As if you can control the outcome
Without experiencing
In the trail waiting
No clock in these walls
Just the one at the end
Heard the sound in the vibration
On the avenue
Through the cloud
Under the words
Before the decisions
As if you can control the outcome
Sitting as witness
To what is inevitable
Shadowing the sun
Giants letters without the ability to speak
Through a mouth
Wide open
Backwards tongue planted like vegetables
Crooked teeth chattering
Unknown harvest
Simple walking nowhere fast
Repeat in the code
Transcribe new symptoms
Just an inch from the truth
Along a row of translucent privacy
Before it says
Lay the plans from the seeds you mentioned days ago
Structure to this
Always seen as if to paint fresh color on the wall
In the room
Watching things dry
Alone
Or as you always were
Excavating the edge
Tucked a little more neatly
Inside the truth of what you know
Loud chains in the mountain
On the way home
To a new door
Yet to be discovered
Seen in the dreams
Invisible foot steps
Turning off slowly
As this place spins beyond control
Your Thoughts