we never
notice it
because
it’s not
coming from
or going to
we overlook it
but never find it
like ourselves:
the inside
with no
outside.
separated
disempowered
degraded
and at war
with life
we struggle
to get it
we struggle
to get there
we direct
and dissect
and try
to point
at pointing,
name art,
and balance
the economy.
we overlook it
like watchtowers
but we never find it—
as if all this
movement
were equally
still.