Out of somewhere

We say “that came out of nowhere.” 

But doesn’t that come out of 

Somewhere? 

Some thing? 

Some bring? Some need. 

Some creed. 

At slow or speed. 

We all seek to be freed.

It is traceable if we try. 

If we wander why. 

Into the nigh. 

Into the nigh. 

Can we not deny? 

Not to deny. Not to deny. 

But to open our whys. 

You thought I’d say eyes. I know. 

That’s how I try. A click of a beat. 

To change the way we 

proceed. 

Along a poetry path. 

Or a festo of hath. 

It’s the poly in my math. 

She’s want to break 

new ground. 

One 

word 

juxtaposed. 

One 

herd 

unsupposed. 

Out of nowhere.

Out of somewhere.

Nothing is the same.


(the poet does not abide

by grammar correcting her ride).


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