“Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason
you sing. For no reason, you accept
the way of being lost, cutting loose
from all else and electing a world
where you go where you want to.
Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder
that a steady center is holding
all else. If you listen, that sound
will tell you where it is and you
can slide past trouble.
Certain twisted monsters
always bar the path—but that’s when
you get going best, glad to be lost
learning how real it is
here on earth, again and again.”