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.







