You’ll try to keep feet where they belong,
but still they end up taking you to
some other place you didn’t know you wanted to be.
Shake off the sleep-dust, wake up and wander
over here. I’ve seen another place you
didn’t know you wanted to be, but nor did I.
And here I am.

Some other moment took you away, and you landed
on your feet again, now. Here again, now–again.
There must be some other undemented face you
can put on to present yourself to it. Look out from behind your
mask, you masked avenger of all that once was
righteous. Land on your feet again, but don’t land
your feet where they shouldn’t be.

Land on your feet again,
as long as you’re landing them on the ground.