you have somewhere, you have somewhere you won’t go

you have somewhere you won’t step beyond

you have somewhere that you’ll know in the bend of your elbow

you won’t step beyond

we take our shape; fluid in a contoured glass

we don’t know who we are without its frame

we’re cool-blooded coils with no temperature of our own

how many shifted selves have we

from blazing sun to slicing cold?

but you have somewhere, you have somewhere you won’t go…

we are all swept up

swept up, kept up, dried up in it

from the blood of uniqueness of intuition

carved out from jagged spoons of peering pressure

a crisis of trajectory, of common consequence

like waiting out alone for tornadoes

but you have somewhere, you have somewhere you won’t go…

who are you? why are you?

how do you know how far you will go?

you have somewhere, you have somewhere you won’t go…