The goalposts move and there

You are, the field suddenly

Closer or longer, space warped

Against the confines of time.

The clock has another

Object it describes but likewise

It is wefted, bending like

Memories or guessing games

A fleck on the horizon’s coat

Taken for a gloomy rider.

Guidance is distortion

Taken toward some or other

Point of ordination

Snaking caduceus

Dance drawing in and drawing on

Adherent adhesive

Reciprocal pushing pulling

Filmic force of character

Within the letter and spirit.

What is centermost is

Singular, a grain that contains

Its own clock describing

Its own horizons and objects

A place of intention

A point of confluence

Between dream and waking.