parked outside the nursery

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parked outside the nursery
wishing for poetry
being stapled with system


the lot hums
low voltage sermon

plants in rows
waiting to be chosen

people loading futures
into wide open SUVs

doors like mouths
receiving


I am not here
for mulch
or obedience

something in me
refuses the pot


left AirPod dead
world goes mono

one ear music
one ear AC hiss

I become the mixer
between what is made
and what is


thumbs ache
hinges burn

small joints
holding large intention

click
click
click

the system
over-assigns

too many doors
open at once


hiccup state

bump
pause
bump

no reward circuit

just motion
without echo


my son—

wait
listen to this

a song not finished
not safe yet

he hands it over
like something alive

and I

don’t fix it
don’t frame it

just receive


there

the distance collapses

not through teaching

through attention


back in the lot

a cart breaks rank

seed
plastic
almost gone

gravity jokes
then releases

hands catch

nothing lost

but everything
nearly was


the mind spins

gimbal wild

dead eye tries to lock

find a target
make it clean


no

widen

there is no duel


Narcissus flickers

the loop
self looking at self

trying to make signal
out of reflection


break the mirror

not everything
is about me


identity loosens

not collapse

diffusion

too much pressure
not enough ground


edge runners
horizon dance

last call

everything feels
like it’s about to end


but nothing closes

it only fades

because fading
is kinder


I am breathing

holding too many prospects

thrive fog

collapsed action

paralyzed equation


not broken

overfull


reduce

one thread

one motion


reach for love

listen


not abstract

my son’s voice
still ringing

I made something
and you heard it


that is the thread


stop wanting

not forever

just now


and go home

not to solve

not to assemble


home

where nothing
is required


the system hums

the world moves

plants
people
carts
doors


and me

not outside

not consumed


just here

engine idling down

signal softening


peace

be still


nothing finished

nothing lost


just carried

just witnessed

just enough

Source

Nathan Davis , Archive Operator

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