My memory's a dirty floor...

i (undeniably) am

stretching when i should be growing and my elasticity is not

and you are

intangible.


how do i

tra nsla teyouin toalan gu agethe yllunder stan d?
where do you begin to end and why are they who?

began you.

i(a)m beginning to w(o)ander among the other lost

and found

only they're never really findings of anything worth keeping because they were lost for so
l o n g

ingly i remember those nights that f
e
l
l

into mo(u)rnings i pocket-ed-ucating your heart puts you into debt with your conscience

& your conscience puts you into the break with the r(evolution) of progress.

so i'm bending with the wind until i splinter into something less significant than my foresight.
(ing fragments of light. light. -n. 1. the absence of your silent misgivings. 2. luminous energy

more than sometimes i wonder whyoyhw i am (though i undeniably am) here to me there to you.

so when wYoOrUds fail me, i shall fail wYorOdUs.

you are the subtractive and i am the constant(ly morphing part of your w)hole.