I stand in the space There is a point before the thought forms I keep missing it Something moves before I decide to follow A direction without origin already underway I arrive inside conclusions I don’t remember building Every answer carries the shape of a prior question erased too early I tried to hold a constant but it shifted under naming Each word fixed the surface and broke the structure beneath What continues when the witness is removed? Does the movement persist or was it only ever observed into being? I reduce it layer by layer I stand in the space where intention, lags behind motion Where the signal arrives after it has already changed me Only this ongoing revision I stand in the space that cannot confirm me Every version holds until it doesn’t It almost becomes clear and then it includes the doubt again
