No sense of self, inside or out

No volume for the whisper or shout

No footing or balance for the route

Lost in a whirlwind of thought

Shrieking questions from the pain wrought

“Die” to survive is what life taught

Change by logic, hope, and chance

It’s hard to understand the standstill dance

Problematic spaceman, colorful fiend, practicing a deeper stance

A focus in the curves

Taking careful steps in the words

Taking note of the best, the worst, the now, the inverse

Living in the change

Causing an unknown in the range

Markings made in the landscape critiqued as strange

Relationship with society becomes distant, estranged