What Is To Be Done

IF we could go anywhere we could go  here. Outside the structures but yet inside the frame: It’s all shadows here. one flickering out into another one risen. It’s an ache. I am, for days on end, ridden out to the edge of things. It’s all placement here. Everything we had reshaped into this one fist.

If I had one

place and time to sift through. to be the bellwether in a constructed moment. Over and Over and over again.

I tried to place a finger