On/Off

Today
I felt
like I live
in Japan.

All this was a dream
is a dream
reality.

Maybe I have PTS
from living in a city
that doesn't know what to think
of itself.

Maybe this construct,
this two toned
rabbit hole,
I call habitat
actually does service
to it's suitors.

If I belong here
I would be nothing more
than an eclectic blur
out the window
of the bus

The city treats me
(as I treat it)
without structure
without
regard.

Maybe I
am a misguided
structure with
a derived
function.