from nothing: speak again

travel dirt roads with the
urgent closed on itself and the
effortless moving around of dust
blurs cunning acts, that counterfeit
you recognise this part, know that
nothing happens that isn't more than
one part / each reality / dream
props, the lumbering oafs, the fake
scenery that fools nobody (and each
part plays it out) the moments
proceed, act to act to act