so many people
talking at once
go here go there
I can’t understand
not even myself
I grind my teeth
to distraction
in time to
the truncheon-like taps
upon leather boots
in the streets
I know I know
none of this matters
I know I know
I’ve done this before
I know I know
there’s always
a way away
from the tangled
square commands
that are screamed
from the walls
I know I know
there’s always
a way
to a home
I know
(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” Vwands,January 16, 2014)
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