Relabsolutive

Eyes straight ahead, yet looking down
Pause-city of breaths
Holding it
Now

Now
Letting it go
Analysis, of the commute and entry
Into the work world

Turn the monitor sideways
And see the cityscape that the words make
There, between two buildings
I wait

Mired in dread and terror
Of demon ghosts that never existed
Or ever will

And others, more substance but still
Ghosts of the absolute

I'm in the relabsolutive
Occasionally, thankfully
Dissolving out of me into
I am into
I-I
to
I