later launch

But oh, my love, I am a darker haunt than this.
My life has been a stumbling ballet
With some notable pas de deux, hier
Here now
I have
Carried papyrus through ancient corridors
A solitary burden, brunt of life in mind’s eye
Where things might get muddy
Or die
Still I breathe
Cold air,
Night sky
The surprise comfort of an unknown passerby.
Et peut-être bonjour, mon ami!
No?
Y’all busy?
Y’all passed me?
Got two got multiplied got the capital L
Life?
Okay.
And I’ve maybe always known myself to be the secret flag bearer, the torch carrier, the one who won’t settle on account of needing
So much more information.
For fear
I might have missed something.
How do you know where the center is
Until you’ve charted the outside?