canal song

in between isles of a's,
the coordination of coordinators
the collaboration of collaborators
while looking for importance
under unbuilt ikea furniture,
stove-top disasters, alaskan pixelated monsters
learning to play the clumsy chords of
my sleep,
my wake becomes one
with another 1000 canal drifters
at night in a parenthetical summer

pausing for air, at every end
at every friday and with every new eyes that meet mine