I am a teleporter. I am open like a leaky vase. I get lonely from passing through. I go to visit friends. My route takes me through odd terrain. My connections tap and shudder…

In the nose and out the mouth. In the mouth and out the eye. In the eye and out the range. In the feather and out the quill. In the truth and out the fact…

I am going to do something placeless. I want to be placeless. I want to be of nowhere to be everywhere. To enter and exit the floating narrows. To see roundly, outward and inward…