Static

Grasping
Grasping

Screaming in static
  erratic in the monochromatic,
  voiceless in the crowd
  joyless in the deafening sound
     that surrounds,
  immovable
  immobile
     while never slowing down.

Walking
  circling
  pacing
  chasing
     directionless paths
        in unknown
           overgrown
           exposed shadows –

Coordinates blur
                    deter
                 disintegrate
                 distill
                    into ones and zeros
                              juxtaposed
                 decomposed
                    to particles
                 broken down
                    into seamless
                          dreamless
                          meaningless
                              nothings.

For some of the instability
                and volatility,
             I take responsibility.
With imprecision,
  I made decisions
     that steered me here.

But I never posed
       never chose
             this.

And I was not purposed
                 or chosen
                    for this.