Unofficially Acknowledged

Naji B Simmons

This morning I fell into the ceiling.


Now, engaged with glass

basic currencies unrest

and exchange amongst each other


A new knowingness

and a freedom of direction

fit into this system of panes


If the width of our hearts

fit the pain of standing ground

and looking up

then the expectation to succeed

fits into the width of our future

and never leans


Left

or   Right


but


Forward.


My atrium:


Rejected.

Uncertain.

False and

fragmented across they claimed floor.