my vehicle has
wind-assisted crying -
doesn't get me anywhere faster
is incompatible with inkpot eyeliner
and has its own ideas
about all manner of things
not least together acting
and acting together -
the hyperdimensional balancing act,
my life,
and since the tears flow already then -
the pivoting decision boundaries
local optimisation
and loss and loss and loss
the orphan nodes and cycles
to fall away then
to intuition
apparently
and then fall away again
apparently
the end
other things said
buds that survive the pigeons
and bloom
are not with particular virtue bound