This is my note taker. I am not here.
I am distant. It is cold outside.
We exist in here. Not exactly warm but it’s home.

Have you met my note taker?
It is he, the one near you.
I am not within. I reside elsewhere now.

I decide, he takes notes, you listen.
Or don’t. You have to, though.
Sorry. Not really.

Meet him or don’t meet him.
Think of me inside or out here.
Be warm or cold; take comfort or don’t.

You will not change these notes.

I walk tow-
Toward, I think toward.
We all do it in small scale
Aiming towards an idea.
[Something about heroism here]

We all walk. We-
What was it? Towing our history
Por- no idea. I left and came back.
Did you follow? Or were you ahead?
Not my concern: a genius
Lies in wait of all discipline
Undisciplined, he – or she -
[Many ideas here:
                             all irreconcilable]

Move in waves. Wave to us. Drown.
Help the sparkling tin can. Help us.
Help us speak… help- Forgot.
[Something about Lacan here]

Trust the map is there.
I did not put it there.
Walk in that direction. The
One towards- just look at the map.
Gender and identity are undisciplined.
Genius is an age of aiming
Without a target. Did you see the tin can?
[Something in that direction]

I left and came back.

Comfort of a new page terror of a new page
Be my soul
Walk to me
Make me whole
Infect disinfect this room with smoke burning sage

Carry me forth with language alien structure
Cast to sea
Mine my coal
Plant a tree
Gender engender from seed thoughtless infrastructure

Write the soul walk the whole comfort of a new page
Infect me
Engender
Language sea
Make the plant tree from seed burning alien sage

Mine the room cast forth a new infrastructure.
Carry forth to sea with thoughtless infrastructure.