We speak

 and lose ourselves in a mess

lost in translation as I explain

how I felt and what I expected as you tell me

what you expect and how it is we speak

‘at’ rather than ‘to’ refusing to absorb

one another’s communication and its all stone

hitting wall breaking brick moving

forward against a current almost backwards

staying still but ever-restless

its walking up a downwards elevator

losing energy and focus and


its a mess


its a moment, though

one moment, where gravity

refused to still at a point of focus

and then

within the tornado


we will find a stillness




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