In the Circuit

In the circuit
of shades and transit; in the circuit
of shadowed transit whose
paths are sensitive,
patterned, and rational as
if they knew;

When her love felt cold, but
knowledgeable
That design existent almost without me,
in my free instant
But you'll never know about her;

While I slept
affecting my most obscure
fatelines,
from the beginning,
when I, you say, followed him;
Crossing over into
unknowns
neither he nor you could guess;
from my youth's first risks
and still not articulate or conscious;

I've now spoken for many who
spoke to me
We've changed what we could;
But if you don't know you were fated
can you know how light you are?

I'm still going barefoot and so are my dead