Have you on a hilltop
Released a bicycle
The big wheel
In the front
Eventually becoming
The same size
As the little one behind
Staying upright
So long as it’s in motion
How long is that
Let us agree
On tools
Of equal measure
The love you feel
Expressed grammatically
With only intuitive syntax
Only the minimum alphabet
To take up space
Your body already
Holds itself around
Bride of the day
Temporarily occupying
The circumstance
Turning around yourself
Inside yourself
Like a top
That keeps spinning
Holding itself up
A top with no bottom
Or a box of all sides
How would you know
If you open the box
On all the sides
It isn’t a box anymore
But you
Are still you
A series barely
Or a sequence almost
Collapsing nowhere
You don’t already
Hold yourself
Up against
To what
To tall enough
To board the ride
To see over the bar
Vertical horizon
Look at you
Not knowing this
Is how you look
Lookable
Uprighted
Look what
Goes up
How far it goes