parked outside the nursery
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
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