The Value Systems of Inner Existence

the intention of attention

top-down

all the way from front to back

i can sense

seeing enough

call it alive.

hell, i will.

eyes water

reflex, reflect toward patience

then my hands get tied up

and i don’t know who to be about it.

my eyes alone speak to sleep

tell me about a transition

outside the body

when it’s so hard to keep softness

this is rigamortis, hear it play,

bygone days

when thinking didn’t make me move

the limbs cut us out of something

carve our space.

so i draw up my hood

emotion feels far and untethered

and i want it on a line

the drawstring circling

face.

i can only speak for one me at a time.