not from

I am not from a here.

I even question the confinement.

not sure of the status of being an I.

that sensibility does what for whom,

is a question continually being asked?

why would comprehension settle for this,

as if the work of registry

to palm-read the words out of my mouth,

looking for timelines 

and the wearage of themes impressing?

even that words get said

and for what and where the orientation?

not from here.

that which has pronouncement is mysterious. 

awareness of such 

is a further complication presenting.

those from here 

have it as experience,

as if a past remembered 

will birth a future, 

to become a past, 

to birth a future?

and they will call that 

the passage of time?

which begs another question of confinement.

time and space just make 

for a wardrobe of wearage.

experience seems to be the drug of choice.

and that in and of itself

is another baited question of confinement.

I'm not from here,

only from a now,

where experience is useless 

in that regard.

just not.

and language, 

this language,

is not the medium of being . . .