I hear the rumble of the train as it moves under the earth beneath my feet
I feel it, a heartbeat thumping madly against the chest
Information rushes through streets, blood through veins
Networks of personality surge connected by networks of nerves
Channels run through rivers of understanding
I am nothing without my setting
I heard it said the subject is nothing without the predicate
With each pair of eyes that grow to regard me
Heat that warms the blues of my skin makes me more and more uncertain
If those who cannot do, teach: what is the lesson?
What is it to do the un-doable?
To claim decisiveness and wield my will
To brandish my pale skin