a nice fantasy, to code
definitions of what is
what is allowed and how
exactly transformations
mechanical crack root
daisy in the wide field
swaths of yellow seas
enumerated mowed lines
tripped in the logic
cut where i remembered
him asking you must choose
the Whole earth or everything
breaks me entirely in halves

i scared myself
today finding
a boundary
   i didn't know
i had by accident
when i pushed
   myself hard
past what i knew
no longer certain
how i would return

the trick of course
   being to allow
what settles to be
a newly reformed
   me

one grows accustomed
having what you need
such as water, so to
speak, meaning not a
thing to trees other
than i am drying out
possibly to die only
if i knew what dying
was and there is not
a thing to do but be
here in this hot air
laced with particles
of soot so i will do
my best to close all
my pores, holding my
breath until i might
feel normal again in
the inbetween humans