manifesto

i refuse to dwell in a cobwebby corner
on a statue of a roman emperor in
the crack between the ear and the head
as his eyes gazes out across his
empire and his lips curl up at their corners

i refuse to glance always to one side
avoiding bright gazes as if a cloud
in the sun in the warm air becomes
drizzle outside crumbling walls
outside floorboards cracks dark dust

i will slip scent-like with gold and
plenty of swirls and descend like a
dandelion and ascend like a particle
and my arcs will be parabolic
and hyperbolic and they will
always disappear completely