there are a lot of things that remind me
of how much i hate this
tongue twisting labyrinth
in corners where you should be
for me
perhaps
this is enough
as it is for you
to do what doesn’t
much such that we say
to play with hands
that tick
and stay is such a place
a yellow wink
here, steering near
a while away
deep blue specks of yellow smiling
as round this turquoise we'll go
in a time when distance
means elsewise