keep on track with the track
marks the spot where first picks and pick-me-ups and and pickup lines converge:
a lore of lures and lies,
a
separate, solid, permanent self,
are all things that do not exist.
talk if you can sing and walk the walk if you can dance
everything here moves backwards from dusk to dawn
and i cannot stay awake or fall asleep to save my soul.
but at least….
we’re all back on track.
pay attention to the maps
the sub(terranean)way
has never been over “under construction”
since the moment it began.