In This Seat

it was at the crest neither coming nor going falling or flying when I left the sea a wave of my own making neither captive nor free I danced fell over my numb feet tried a new rhythym invented a new beat couldn’t find the exit the entrance opened on a strange street in the maze of opportunities choice spins like a madmen a child’s top drifting off the edge of a mirrored desk in it’s reflection watching you puzzled at why I have changed why I have rearranged why I have gone to the perimiter and entered the fast lane everything seems altered yet all is the same in the right positions but labeled with other’s names I gaze into the present where past and future meet I stop to ponder consequence but all I find is retreat and at the spur of impulse and the core of heat I lift off only to find myself still here in this seat.