Momentum

All is forgetfulness,
sitting on a corner and looking at you
with disdain.

To remember where you come
from
where your origin
is
where you'll arrive to be
fixed
where you'll meet your
best
when the rest won't matter at
all

Lens shining yellow to a poor, weak light
are reflecting someone afraid
or maybe some machine behind a pile
of someone's junk
To think through words
and the privilege of
bringing thoughts to life
does not belong
to someone
as does pain

Privilege;
words that talk for themselves