redirecting local traffic
how far can you open your mind
one in which expands & contracts
at your non-verbal commands
like some non-conformist guru
I’ve never been challenged
quite like this before
diffusing so many noises
coming from so many directions
tunneling them into a single sound
traveling directly toward me
at thousands of miles per hour
I used to think everything moved
from the west to the east
just like supersonic jet streams
& old familiar trade routes
ones in which you carved yourself
long before you were born again
august two thousand twenty
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