If there is to be some individuality stemming from the soul,
I think I must have once lived in a totalitarian society.
Creeping corners after hours
I expect to be called out,
as if someone is waiting in the empty but fully lit buildings around campus.
I'm on edge aimlessly walking
to fill what has been walked flat
a coliseum of natural form
Reality on display
Wander freely in breath and thought
On a roped off dock
a calm coolness and light stretching to the depths.
Drawn to a concept of ourselves
over the only medium we cease to live.
