It's all a geometry of soft intersections
This sensation of day and night
Parallels refined and slipstreamed
This map of something you should look like.
I counted the overlays of behaviour,
Buffering anticipations of response
Directions to go here,
Expectations of arrival and coherence,
This palace a studio
To selfie my contentments.
But squint and see the river shimmer unbent
As it was
Before the early brutalities
Before the erosion
Undercutting and redirecting,
Error-building the live wires.
We ended up a lifetime from our origin
foreign to home,
halfhearted and off course,
Truth a desire line
almost forgotten under this tyranny of normal.