new day same where
but here is seeming over there
untethered even from the air
*
and drifting into starry night
to contemplate the steely light

new day same hair
baroque and flora everywhere
to ponder whether faux or fair

. . . you there
not really all ethereal
affilial for real y’all

whattaya gonna be
when are you gonna see
whattaya done to me
indefatigably

that’s the horizon
or is it my eyes in a
fugue catatonial
queue ceremonial

a la carte a’fo show
chill and let it go
don even know if it’s

. . . you there
but here is oddly over there
untethered even from the air