I cannot tell

if what is going in

is going up

or down

~

I know

the answers

are coming out

often

undigested

They drilled it

in to me

to brace me

for the coming

storms

~

I am now

bound

to mother earth

~

but

I will never move again

and will stand here

as so many others

to carry

the current

predicament

I stand

in the middle

of all of this

~

because

I think

thrust

from all sides

puts me here

I live above

and below you

~

I hear footsteps

and your music

~

I hear your door

and a toilet

~

I see someone

in the lift

~

and I wonder

if you wonder