where'd the poet go

"I move when you move

a poem 

feels words

as problems

without

punishment

solutions

prioritize sight

sunrise smile

speaks

I know where I go when it's dark

"there's a hell of a universe

next door

let's go"

while I remain within

the confines of my mind

can I release

not yet not yet

                                                                                                                                                                        

rainbow pool

it's the soft sound

of concrete

isn't it

I don't want to play

ping-pong

with you

well

what do you want

listen

to how are you

yourself

why do they play games

when

there's s

Author's Note

every move
is like