THE CRACK OF THE WHIP PARALYZED MY DREAMS

If things weren’t this shattered

I could flow anywhere I wanted

The past stiffened things up

Holds me back

A lack

Always something missing

But no matter what
I believe that things

can change for the good

I am a map

I’ve laid out myself

But I need a compass

I’ve constructed myself

I know a man can reduce himself

tinnier than the tiniest splinter

Please take down my cloak

to see what’s been hinting