Letting it all come to me

all at once

or learning the patterns of short currents,

the habits of short whispers,

It will still get here, still come in clearly, across the board.

still bounce off the backboard if we let it.

We know the voice, can picture them too.

We can still decipher it, hear it better than anyone else. always.

but where we left our sunglasses ,

when we waited for the pause, better than anyone. always

We are not so sure.

We push ourselves,

but we are not so sure, of anything.

Roll up your sleeves, because of nothing,

in spite of nothing,

drag and drop, always.

Taking chances, now.

Nothing is tumbling; these tactics are obvious.

Nothing is tumbling now,

but then everything is always

but the room is definitely smaller, with pleasure.