head bent
and staring down,
you say

i’m good, i’m good

in
rasped out
air
ripped edges,
punctuated
by that
beeping sound
somewhere.

this is not good.

you lying down now,
but not resting.

26 steps.
26 minutes.

where did you go?

you were gone
too long.

confused,
i wondered
why walk?

why,
try to,
do this thing?

I mean,
the stained sheet
maps out
exactly
the imagined spaces
of
what you
still control.

and
this very short list
reminds me of something.

when the body betrays,
who can you blame?

two persons
are created,
which is most trustworthy?

I shift
uncomfortably.

when
did I stop
seeing
you?

all as one.
aggregated.
whole.

I see
that what was
and
is,
now stand
at duelling distance

across from
will and wanna be.

mind torn from body
embraces the imaginary.

your body
right now
stealing the future
and
eroding the past.

twice you forgot my name.

once I disappeared
right before your eyes.

is the imagined
now that you seek?

is that why
you wanted
to walk?

Posted by:chrisjcluff

I am a 'flow' seeker. In my day to day work I help students, colleagues, and community members make the most of the moments afforded us through public education. If I am not asking questions, I am not learning.

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