fallacious

I

your city took me in like the pupil
of an eye expands to all that surrounds

this circle
still progresses to
make this existence,


even stuck like this.


@2
II

inside the second when a cloud
covers the sun

the calm shadows of blue
are shed on my hands

skin glows like
a blinded sun.


III

I am inside of this malleable
history
there are participant actions,
changes
the story can only
swallow
up bits and pieces

it can never reach
the shoeboxes or
internal dialogue

can not find me
in recluse.
here,

I am safe.