Elucidating Questions

A prod,

A poke,

A check.

Are you safe

And wait for the beat.

Coming in a blast like all the things unsaid,

The misplaced thoughts that echo out in a strange

Schrodinger’s Box kind of way that

Well it was predetermined,

But I didn’t know what I was going to do before it happened,

不思議な珍しい事。

It was like light and day,

Feather

Always

Calls,

And it always means everything.