Small sounds that drive us
Into incoherency
Tiny waves of thought
That are disconnected
Something's in the air
But it's undetectable
At least by any
Common measure of approach
What is that
Standing in the corner
Does it remind you
Of anything
You've ever seen before
If it does
Then what could it be
When you draw
Only upon yourself
You're preserving
Your natural resources
Do you realize
That when the wind
Is still
It is still your friend
Only when it blows
Against you
Does it become something else
