beats of shoes of
well groomed men,
linear; a laconic line of
listlessness
imperfect,
yes
the little inexpensive whispers of mind
whispers,
lost in the deafening noise of world
world; swimming delightfully as they are
without regard to
how easy frozen veins thaw
in the heat of indecision
this dance
is a montage
of perfect errors
deliriously drumming away
at the wrong rhythm