there are
situations
and then,
there are feelings—
an old dog's
barking
takes the shape
of isolation;
a great distance
is crossed
at the speed of
self-disgust.
No small
achievements
for which
no one
feels responsible.
But later,
what amalgam?
what system's
ghost? is left
to wonder—
which one
is prophecy,
and which
a skeptical
reconsideration
of the other?
