I. I no longer know how to hunt for resolution only how to hum along with this wild dissonance find a pulse that holds some voiceless gem or the motion of hibiscus blossoms unfolding long pauses of strong yawning arms finally free from the shackles of haste what among us intoxicates better than whiskey what among us moves against the constrictions the loosening of white-clasped hands and licking teeth smooth after jaws unclench II. As if I don’t know how hard I’ve been running until the thrum behind my ribcage rhythms with the slow breath of a breeze through a valley and I find once again there are places on earth still living without worry of time lost to worrying places that are still quaking beneath creatures trudging toward unseen rivers and with such faith places still glowing bright from the blaze within places on earth still slowly turning places on earth that are still just places that still are places that are still