Again...

Streaming language from afar, streaming into my eyes
Excited like a little child, redundant like a little child

Sitting now, in futures played out once twice...
We've felt this before, you and I. We know this dance well
Language overflowing into my eyes, into my mouth, all consuming and it is not mine to ingest

Forward motion stop. Forward motion stop. Forward motion stop.
How do you not get tired, of being so omnipresent?
When did this crown appear on your head? I had thought it gone...
perhaps it did leave, for a moment, when you felt serene. When you felt vulnerable.

Clenching fists in air, fists in the air
Tired, drained, now too tired, too drained
to feel like rationalizing obscure signals that seem to threaten pattern
weary, small, fragile
is this space we damply occupy