If disorder is not to be deficit
Which is my way?

Knowing no time
Recognizing no routine
Limits
       My attention
Spills.
Does it?

Piercing into the minute
Hunting beyond familiar ground
I am a dis-coverer
Intrusive. Amazing.
My attention is exhausting

Incited by all around me it overwinds
Clear intention fades into a buzz
Buzzing, I wonder how people can stay
On track.
Where is mine?

I ask in so many given moments
While I spend most resources on unhooking from all else

Time and space are spirals, spiraling
When I am
Faster or slower than my surrounding
Disturbed by my not being
In time

Encounters, accidental, are ecstatic
Loneliness, in the meantime, is existential

Mindful,
I notice details, context,
Overlooked by my peers
Mind full,
I overlook my next step

The space between dream and wakefulness is anytime
Without a rhythm
My attention scatters into floating impulses.
Irregular waves.
Wide gaps

In resonance
My attention is intense. Attractive.
I bridge.
Focused, my attention is
Capturing. Consuming.

To gather, I need but a light impulse
To keep from scattering, I need a strong
draw.
To be in touch.

          I manage     my self
Carefully     to remind    of my way

Which is rhythm