Illusions

I am here and there and then nowhere -

and then floating,

flying;

around your brain and back

and then forth through your limbs.



Human touch is delicate,

and yet we flinch and fight and hesitate

(all from a distance).



Who was wrong

 to have been that deliberate...



The world acknowledges movement

and the poor attempts at emanicipation

creates pseudo-spaces that scream and silence us.

It brings us closer to the beginning and the end.


Only until I am thrown again to the current

or forced to try again.

Those prairie winds blow through my hair

and I know I am not free.