air through one side leads to a length if imbalance

shifted
though only recently recognized
settled no less
left from last night's visitor
without question
the rain turns to snow
as roads seem to
snag the wheels
and control becomes
just another symptom
of so many days
spent doing the same thing
without so much
as a threat of interruption
Patterns mark our shared rivers
clogged with ice
or some infested shit
settling on the sides
we only half listen
or write off mass casualty
as something set off
like a lame firecracker
on a smalltown saturday night
This is more than just a dream
despite how you question
the slight wobble of the top
just before everything went black
we were left to ask things of ourselves
when suddenly statements
infected
the tongue has a way
of making up for itself
like it might
tonight
if someone
could become something
which is to say
that sometimes the buzzer
is meant to indicate
that we recognize specificity
in due time