thick

thick with false hood
I craved the corn syrup
It's that old story of sugar and shadow
It is more than a city
it is not random partings


It is melody of structure
a whisper to lean on
this knowing the distance
flakes kept at it
Providence is upside down because I'm backwards
there is no matching up along the way
it is a singular path
and joyfully so

come along is my new cry
you can bring your bike
don't cut the corner
think for yourself

Ive begun to drift, but the route is quite clear.
In the morning I'll wake up and make a salad.