what straddles morning and br milks color from the dawn, br rushes down empty streets br into coffee-shops for kicks- br what intrudes on conversations br between bodies, br overhears movement and br the slightest alteration of self. br br what I love most is irrelevant and futile, br but precious and precise- br what I crave most is tender and chaotic, br stressful and shy- br br the way you looked at me just now, br burned a destiny in me, or maybe a destination. br - br you reminded me br by putting one foot in front of the other, br I have a journey to end or to begin.