If you understand your reasons.

[alasanon]

Cut it out -- cut out everything but the final lines of the final poem, and stop worrying about who thinks what thinks how thinks why. Just worry about yourself, and the whats and hows and whos of yourself.

I hold this to my skull, a fistful of glass vials filled with smoke and leaves -- and I shake them empty. There is nothing here to hold me in place, and nothing here to bind me to this.

I am going for a walk.