What He Can Follow Is The Center Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

It isn't dark yet,
But it's thinking about it
The story outdoors is hard to follow
What he can follow is the center, where the truth is in the middle
High-strung yet low-key,
Contrite and vehement, along with other words and feeling he travels the territory with
Terrain in recovery,
An inner monologue paving the way
Letting it all hang out, just letting it hang differently than before
Just like a kite, outdoors