conduction
conduction
what are these footsteps?
 hurry
hurry
hurry
           in snow
these steps static for a moment,
then erased.
 I am
stretching my neck again
backwards, I feel the pressure
of the air that vomits
through the caverns
I traveled as a boy
with stalactites and stalagmites
dangling –
           forcing the me
unaware aware now…
 drawing myself away –
           you are a picture today.
           i am a picture today.
 i saw myself and everything around me
in blue,
and you
you were orange, some yellow,
           gray, and even a little
           blue…
                        faint streaks in the suit
           or there, there in the hair…
           i followed her because her body was your body –
            i'm losing, into the prints on the snow
           I press my hands hoping that
           permanence will somehow erupt
           through the pavement buried,
            underground, there is a train nearing –
           the rattling gives it away…
            aboard, endless streams of people journey
           from here to nowhere and back,
            they are perfecting the
           hurry
           hurry
           hurry
                       and I’m wondering
           if they’re all going to places filled with color.












