Ticcing through the world
is like touching it.
The inward rotation of a spiral
is like amazing tall idea.
Inside the world is the question
of easy touch.
Good thought moves like fluid water
and the way of water is raining
really into the seething good
cracks of wanting
Mostly I sometimes tic through the world
and that is the way I feel.
I feel the world too much.
So open bothersome work is to feel
The work is to feel the world
that is touching me.