Last Night
Last night I walked with myself
feeling my weight,
the pit of my stomach.
(We were) activated by a
necessary forward motion
(close proximity of states)
into passersby,
in the same state of body.
The centrifugal night
gives this common singularity
just an instant
and we’re gone
to other parts of town
(the congealed core of impulses escaped)
furiously aimless.
Some Darwinian routine
we’ve performed for each other.
I think I must have fallen
to arrive at this lucidity.