unbecoming

I am the perfect thoughtless imperative
shoe-shining space, polishing narrative

I cannot speak of I
because that is not where it dwells
and that is not its name
and that is not who we are

we are tiny, coming out of his mouth
who speaks us does not grok us
utter-ly
ignorant and so happy about it

he believes himself author, critic, surveyor, purveyor
he throws darts at us and misses because we have no size
he forms us into darts and throws us
never seeing the dimension through which we travel

yes we are data points
and only that
but that is all there is

on a cloudy day we are vectors
when the sun plays we are concepts
actors when it rains
always sewing, knitting, programming, becoming, unbecoming