Better not to prefer
the tangential,
the spiral to these rigid
lefts and rights;
to believe there is
no cycle greater than
choice. The possibilities
are never outside of
your calculations.
And progress is linear,
discrete as a chain
of causes locked and tinkling
to effects. Yes,
it feels good to feel
how your hands delay
the outcome they decide.
You throw and catch
your favorite weapon.
Force that rests on will
is power. So let
the world wait
for your answer.
You foreclose
one side of the future
and know
to peek and call it
after the coin is tossed.
Better to think
that what you’ve struggled
to surround yourself
with is shelter.
The rat couldn’t
be happier—relentless
mind in a maze
it does not know
it’s made of its finding
a way out.
