Poem #2,694 | Re-routing

How closely we skate to
thin ice & crackableness
of being [in this nimiety
of dupes] as we attempt
navigation – We will skip
easy told myths to meet
our lied routes – Fall off
narrow rails & plunge? I
do not do heights – Lost
ways aren’t transferred
without essayed intent
as a plan lies folded in –
less is known if unread –
my map offers less if all
it shows is Contents – A
book waits on my lap in
bright sunlight as I type
on my hot screen – Take
paths less instagram’d –
I will take my time in all
this new route planning