The goalposts move and there
You are, the field suddenly
Closer or longer, space warped
Against the confines of time.
The clock has another
Object it describes but likewise
It is wefted, bending like
Memories or guessing games
A fleck on the horizon’s coat
Taken for a gloomy rider.
Guidance is distortion
Taken toward some or other
Point of ordination
Snaking caduceus
Dance drawing in and drawing on
Adherent adhesive
Reciprocal pushing pulling
Filmic force of character
Within the letter and spirit.
What is centermost is
Singular, a grain that contains
Its own clock describing
Its own horizons and objects
A place of intention
A point of confluence
Between dream and waking.