What happens when we run out of cycle lane, when it just stops
a cease, a pause? There is nothing wrong here
your fire is burning in your solar plexus
where head heart gut energy meets the sun
the end of the cycle lane, a pause. There is nothing
wrong here – your chain intact –
carry on without the cycle lane
Energy will burn until it stops
Energy will burn until your star dies
Change gear! There is nothing wrong
here, perhaps an eclipse / even for the hopeless
looking for hi-vis, yet afraid of blinding
those who stare at them directly – there is
nothing wrong here
just a forest in my head
ready to yield to the careless fires
of city planners
ready to re-grow
what can’t be controlled