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.