Hum (from SWAY)

Hesitation is an end in itself.
The womb
for me was cozy and infinity.

Remember back when fetal
urine
was an amniotic bath?

That’s why I’ve felt so self-
contained,
unassimilable, essentially

unseen, at least by what I see, as
if through
bubbly babble, rounded but broke.

Tiny witnesses are everywhere
but they’re
incapable of telling me a thing,

although I tell myself I’d like to think
swaying
and flickering things would’ve passed

along some sense of what time or
...