Need we be boats
sails unfurled
in a glass container
without the sea?

Instead would you empty me
of all rebellion?

Make my breath fail

Make me wake
without desire

to a world without contours
no steps forward and look back

Intention powerless
only a concept

No words to do and undo me
as you please

Just please me
please?

What then?
In the ever after

when distances suddenly grow shorter
and the base of by now metronomes

Do not ask
only act
one foot after
another

Always is only
a study in disorder