Wednesday, 12 March 2014

retrospectral disinclination

There is nothing like a retrospective to take you out of time
Where do we go, when we go back?
I wanna know, where do we go?
If I leave this place too long,
can I still come back?

Or will I become some
memory of

Some sorry pseudo self
and signing out
apocryphally yours

I think
I will

thank you very much
for the invitation
into collective checking out

like Robert Frost
the road less traveled
this moment
is my route