Tell me where I’ve gone.
The feeling is imperceptible.
The sheer mention of finding reason transcends reason.
Tell me why I’m here.
To escape, one has to find a new place; this in itself requiring one to be found again.
Tell me how I can get away.
I land into an array of indifference steeped in unfamiliarity.
Eager eyes fall on those who left and only, until recently, had not been found.
POETRY_Michael Weems
