sometimes i can't get my mind around it.
sometimes it is too big.
sometimes it is too fucking small.
sometimes i am.
understand, understand, i just want to understand.
do you understand the wind? do you? really? when did it start? when was the original huff that bore gust that turned oceans that lifted cows that hurled houses that beats upon my chest right now? rip it from me. tear it from me. pull from me the root of it, deep gnarled wart of itness.
how does anyone explain itness? you either know it or you don't.
do you know it?
understand, understand, i just want to understand.
once there was a leaf on the tree caught corner frame, so much white space
and then the wind
and then gone.
where did the wind come from?
where did it go?
where is the leaf now?
and is it even a leaf now that it is absent a branch,
now that the wind has ripped it from its itness,
obliterated its form?
i am caught corner frame, so much white space.
come wind,
come.
