Words.

The Body
And this body moved without
me thinking,
shifting about taking action
free from my hand.
Who takes responsibility for it?
When some
goes wrong at all
can I be held culpable
over a seemingly uncontrollable
body that holds so many
signifiers that point in a multitude
of directions.
It will evolve even without the mark
as it trails off into
the empty spaces ahead of it.

One word: a favour.
A conversation then?
A cascading waterfall.