You sit. 
Eyes fixed on the wooden
Fireflies.

A deserted city for a headband.

Shoulders like Heisenberg's uncertainty 
Principle. 

And a tattoo
Of wings on the bottom of the feet.
(Not visible in the picture.)

You think, 
Did the universe inflate, superfluous
Of compass, all in one go of it? 

This much is clear.
As it is uneven and croaked like meaning.

It is this ramble of inkling all your
Life, that rattles the frame.