Steady pace through the elixir night,
I am neither here nor there,
neither in past nor future.
I only am.
I am dressed in night shades.
You cannot see me
but for my bare shoulders
glowing in the street lamp light.
and the miles and Atlas' weight
softly slip away.
Gaia guides my left leg,
and Eros takes my right.
I am flying, but for when I choose
to tap down in perfect cadence.
In my own sound space,
I miss what the wild oracle says to me
as I pass her in the crosswalk.
It was probably something crazy,
but I'll pretend she said,