Night of Quantica
On the night of Quantica
I decided to move different.
I shifted my limbs in a way
that made me look foolish, they say.
When Quantica ended, I didn't stop.
My limbs were like putty,
folding and molding.
My mind was like clay,
brittle and cracking.
Once you know the way,
there is no way back.
So enjoy the journey
forward
and move—
no one is watching.