movement, movement

you’re a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence

you made a holy fool of me and I’ve thanked you ever since.

if she comes circling back we’ll end where we’d begun

like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one

or if I’m a crown without a king, if I’m a broken open seed

if I come without a thing, then I come with all I need

no boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head,

the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

I do not exist only you exist