I am the future
speaking myself into existence, believing negated into created
using revelation as my velvet rope

Other is neither, does not figure

There is no "we"
just us, you, and them
the map is a constellation, the weather forecast is a sign, the coordinates are a premonition,
and I am the mantle, the marker, the inevitability

by your face

"this Robin Myrick not that one.", "situated culturally/physically/historically adjacent to most iterations of Arlen, Texas.", "as Calarts is to Bayou Goo.", "an awkward turtle gesture translated from the original circus Danish.", adjunct insomniac PhD-seeking behavior