I LOSE MYSELF IN THE STICKS
I am thinking a lot about the way I lose
myself in the sticks and how I am
thinking amazing things pale and without
always the music but the always
making movement

I am thinking the language is the always
moving sticks that pass through
the air

I think that I find my way in movement
and I am always managing
the malware pacing through the network
of making noise

It sounds like a way yes open and going
nowhere