I Will Out

Strictly mechanical,

what propels us

towards recognitions

of what I am, &

incommensurate

the question, why

I must continue—

you either find

yourself continuing

or you don’t, against

or with internal

temporal currents,

exterior space

arrayed around—

as I continue,

the I which will

out has qualities

of being salvaged

far from expectation—

moves, breathes, directs

what currents it can,

as I will out, surprise

you dithering in

it, them, always—