FRACTAL

FRACTAL

I am
a fraction of myself

I write
and my words go haywire
my thoughts
splinter

sorry, did I say, “fractal”?
I meant “fraction”

here signifier signified
losing
do much traction
wandering
off the track

the word game that
is consciousness is
forever process

already out of words, too
many for comfort,
a devil of a deal
to
select

and already by now
the devil much with me
impossibly
deep
within me

telling the compound tale of
moments, incidents
(much
sensory doubt, semantic
slippage)

forever fractious, terminally
forgetful
defining the case of
what all I might speak.