I don’t know how you find me

through the mess.

I am impotent and passive because I don’t understand.

Brilliance comes at the

worst times,

three a.m.

no one to hear or see or know what I know now, oh well.

Reach out, anyway. Search, anyway. Everything, anyway, is waiting

What did you want?

Where did you go? Where do we go? How do I find the multitude?

We were

turned on

right? Easy, easy, like a light, always waiting to be turned on, a switch just for that purpose, to be flipped.