Even as we arrive:
I am going to look this way
I am going to speak this way
I am going to move this way
our careful control yields
to soft spilled edges
and a certain amount of infill
Still we attempt to direct the eye
try to hold them with meagre clues
let fall our characters our motivations
...our trail of breadcrumbs
In the middle of it all already
this is always how it begins