the conclusion:
summer starts so slow
but then the boketto is
pulled out right under our feet.
> onto the concrete reality—we fall <

but not yet.

the fall:
i rushed it without meaning
just to question
the space of my absence;
the (w)hole of yesterday's fragments

but hold on.

the fragmentation:
the arranging and rearranging of Body··Parts
the given and the building //
the unraveling and reraveling of a line of footprints
the path and the paving \\

but wait.

the paving:
it was time for otherland when scenery lost color~~~
words lost romance~~eyes lost frisson~
the crunch of dancing on your toes is too familiar
if my knees were to buckle, i long for cynefin

but stop.

the cynefin:
how about the art of living accidental circumstance?
i fell in love with the falling in love of this elsewhere;
i've been waiting for something yet to reveal itself
and dying to know the connotation of _/home\_

but stay.

the home:
is it a place? a people? a culture? a feeling?
compare "born and raised" with "lived and died"
but here lies the "grew and grew" not set in stone
would it be if i packed this up and returned to the start?

but... but...

the start:
summer is as everlasting as dancing on your toes;
as accidental circumstance; as falling from space
summer is as withstanding as home
we have all the time in the world—i'll see you around

the start: tidsoptimist
the home: undetermined
the cynefin: a calling
the paving: an adventure
the fragmentation: i'm changing
the fall: my guilt
the conclusion: saying goodbye