"I'm running to get away and wrap underneath my sides
split sides, support sides,
sinking sides, surrounded around
and between or sometimes.
Sometimes there is strength
sometimes there is nothing.
I can't really tell and I can't
really understand what I'm running from:
It is oblique, opaque and understated and misunderstood.
I'm going here, right to where I am. Right to where I have been.
Wondering and wondering back to that place
that I always end up
up is where I always go and up
is where I am here and now and
never behind. How is that true?
How is it possible for truth?
So I go and go and catch and fetch
for you. I'm looking for you
around the corner of my body
around and around and around