I listened to the rings
Rolling their tongues against my ear.
They yielded naught, so I clipped them off
And lit up a menthol to calm this mind.
So I let my feet carry
me last night
In the same beaten
circles around my room,
Hands through hair and breath through filters,
Feet down steps and out the door.
So I walked the city
line last night
In search of the unknown.