you lose me,
metropolitan muse
in distant clamor
of car horns, leaf
blowers, jackhammers
of a city without borders
in a dream
without language—
no audience
to agonize, no narrator
to refuse
the onrush of nameless
and unrecognized
protagonists;
distract such that I
can't tell particular
from huge
and lose track
of who's who in the flux
of this deluge.
