by Christin Disi
You can’t move when you are fixed and bound.
Only to be anticipated and given no regard.
If snapshots are worth a thousand words
Then this image of you will not for a moment be inaudible
Despite the fact,
You can’t move when you are anchored and restrained
Unable to take action the way one does when on the spoor.
But yet you never did the hunting
They always came to you
Like a flies to that blue electric light
You are where it ends and where something new begins
Don’t worry they will wait for you to catch up
You can’t move when you are tied and bound