PBTM

Shoestrings & Tugboats

Beneath the layer onion is the battled nudge that is
The agreed distance and the agreed look

The rotations continue despite the hope of our ceased stirs

the door is open and can be left open, it can be removed, it can be passed thru without notice

knowledge of something so keen as the things which ties me together
the wish to perhaps learn and to fall, mouth sealed
to crumble the shallow dessert lake, to move along quietly

i sit and tie my shoe. i tug at the strings.