I occupy no permanent space I move I'm already gone I'm a construct an automaton in auto motion rotating around time clock collaborator in time clock out of sync out of touch adrift inconsequential a product a service I move I flee into clouds like stepping stones into flood lamps in motion afraid to look up to see a minneola sunset wheeling overhead like smoke like dust like ripples on a pond to watch some other construct in motion rotating outward toward the infinite exhale of the cosmic microwave background I move on I'm already gone.
March 9, 2022
