Impact: Before me. Between me. Behind me. Marking where I stood. Whether perpendicular or diagonal or hemispheric. Tilting titling flashbacks beat heavily. She detours hypnotized by crashing swirling thuds. Deadlocks. Constant deadlocks pose for no one but themselves. Numb to ferry crossings. To spring plantings. Harbored alibis stationed in salted dibs. Seawalls. Breakwaters. I picture a horizonless scape until I’m fully emerged. It doesn’t matter if circled squares veer into a bendable curve. It does matter if skylines vanish. Refusals. Excuses. An uproarious effervescent presence takes flight.