A Labyrinth With No Center - Pile

Leave well enough alone

To you too

And to you too

Then I drain into sleep

There are few that in whom I’d confide

So I’ll try my hand at being weightless

I’ll come to and continue to get by

No outlet I guess

So then forward

And incomplete

At best at peace

At rest at least

Patterns and habits

I live inside them now

I hope to trap myself in a museum piece

Admired in a flattering light and at night left be

Finding something in no answers

A labyrinth with no center

Forge my way to some other side

Where I assume it’ll be weightless

Weight announces itself as a new surprise

That I know I should have seen coming

Stretching out until something tears

Like chewing sand or swallowing hair

And your best foot

Then met with ambivalence

Resounding and with flip ignorance

But I live here now

Then acceptance of what I choose and its place in nowhere

Unearthing what might have no use

My new position and place of residence