If I can't stick with the future lives Ive tried (2)
the people are not like me
the qualities are not there for me
I am going circular about to
a place someone showed me, and
then I loved Whereas I can
never stand to be in a machine
whereas I cannot hold all my threads
weaved, can't not have all threads dangling
flitering, catching,
changing the wind,
I must breathe the
fluid air moving,
as I am always
moving.