Something strange is coming.
It’s not a sensation.
Not a line.
Not a not.
Is it a drumming beyond ears?
An I behind the eye?
The twitch in a faceless clock?
You tell me oh Great Somebody!
Find the tide in my tiny wrist.
Goose me to gaggle along.
Call upon the Milkweed
to honor the Monarch with whey.
No this won’t be pretty work.
My hands are shaky
I reach that way.
Double-blind me. I’ve gone mazy!
There you are.
You surprise me.
From the finite
to infinity