what I WROTE TODAY

All this power

Lays in confusion

And the art of breathing is underrated

These shoes belong to

A man I never met

These footsteps are

Not my own

Displaced

Paper masks

Recyclable faces

Throw it away and

Make another

Fine tuning the shadow of

Uncontrollable events

Staring at photos of rain

Repeating the word “wet”

Colors bleeding through surface cuts and chasms

It’s gonna be okay

Hold your breath

Hold on to the handle bars

These Karmic shoelaces have come undone

The intangible transients

Sing their tribal farewells

The clouds can’t hurt me

It’s gonna be. . .

Or not