Friday, August 9, 2024

SEQUENCES

You think 
you've got 
no place to go—but then, 

what could it mean 
to go anywhere 
"later?"

Leaving 
is as meaningless 

as coming in this 
present-tense, 

and the future 
is not a location 
in space. 


You hear a robot voice saying 
"caution: step back," 

and, eager 
as you've always been
to harmonize a melody, 

you behave 
like all of the waves 
which comprise you 

and do exactly 
as you're told.

*

Often, you are struck 
with the relentlessness 
of the notion 

that something always 
must come next. 

You don't know 
what that something 
is, but 

if you squint just right 
with the eye 
in your mind, 

you can see 
a blurry text 

which takes 
the approximate shape 
of faith.