words have this slippery feel to them, with little to no meaning. they come from here, but they also don’t. they fly in through means unknown, means that might be able to be understood, but wouldn’t give them any more meaning. that is left to be inferred, and i have no control over it. if i did, i would stick velcro to the outside of these words and throw them at a large bulls eye on the wall and their accuracy in hitting the bulls-eye would in turn define what was meant. extra points for getting it to walk down the intended target.

my words want to fly in this poetic sense, poetry without form, the inknown, but i tie it down, i ground it for my own safety. my life makes little sense, but it is there. how to read, where to put inflection, place the meaning. it can be done at will. the link becomes uncoupled and gets left behind, abandoned.

not on purpose, but still abandoned