Where I am could be where I am also not
My boundless ignorance offers the negative space of my knowledge
How I seem continues to vary even when I am still so much the same
Off one platform while hanging onto another
and another
salt will dissolve in water until the sodiumnity of it takes over
and the water becomes something else no longer potable

How I consume becomes the feature 
and I let the bug consume me
I am an animal, a creature not lost but amply surviving
Instinct matters as much as genius
especially when I have neither
Creativity sparks interest but is actually an
uneaten crust of who I might be

You cannot trouble me 
If I flock I am open to flounder
do I need wings or gills or legs
when I come to my senses
which ones will be denied
access?

Knowing that to fit 
magnifies the jest of our striving
In the saltiest sea, one cannot swim
only float.