Shuffling

Kicking the shit out of

the blaze of glory left

from the spark of static

from my shuffling feet.

I don’t know what to do.

Every person is a wall

without grappling hooks

or even hand-holds.

We slip by each other.

I don’t know what to do.

Piles of paper and numbers

and letters trying to compete

with nature’s fractals

without any sense or humility.

I don’t know what to do.