Hit the side Ricocheted

Got a hot re-entry Straight line Angle-ized

New shot’s inbounding

In a row

Shuffle codes Organize a sequence Or it’s sunk

It’s blown

it’s material

Feels like

Death or life

Let’s call it swimming Pelt rain

Plain grey

whip a wind and weather

Both lay

And go

With hot awful fearing Raised thumb

To one

Of a million outcomes

Then the task Came and went Not exactly quickly Every track

Every path

A unique enigma

Then its done

Or its not

Or just starting over Ever over

Always

Again and over

The wondering how and wondering why

Is misused will and space And bringing the work home Is balding, making grays These looping challenges Too dull to be explained

Like When the bearings break And Flaws seem magnified It’s good, ok, its fine

It’s so so, it’s unchanged

Like small talk from a face Done up all Hollywood.