The sound of my voice returns to me,
Unhurriedly,
Outlandish and
Filtered, as it were, by the slippery space my
Mouth has now become. I ought to know better.
I saw this one coming, undisguised,
Sudden, and, as a matter of fact, summoned.
The next
Glass is the one I really want, after all.
This being awkwardly said——
The sight of a level——
Here comes the size and shape of the label——
Still walking.
This is a code
I established a long time ago,
For my own sake,
On that day I finally took me for
Granted.
I’m now at an angle.
