BEHOLDEN

BEHOLDEN

your self

narration chains

us to drowned

hours, some

sun sets

:;:

but it was

never ours.

ASIDE

ASIDE

rubiconical, decided.

you make your mouth

into the door you slip

out through.

a maze you 'forget'

to bring the twine

of your eyes into.

'stead your fingers

seek the limits of that

enclosed path.

you left the end already,

you left your shoes and

feet, but your tongue and

fingertips will never cease.