placelessness (1st sight)

            At first sight, I'm not from anywhere. I'm just here. Again. Despite. Somehow. A trail of sections, really. Beginning & ending in ellipses ( . . . a latest latest-instant . . . ).

For whatever reason — or none at all:

Anyplace: . . . (it's a life) . . .

            The first dozen umbilical-to-chin-stubble years were spent in about as many towns. I used to know them by heart ( or maybe I should say by memory — not sure if memory has any heart, but that's where it bursts like a stellar flare, marvelously far away ).

Okay, now double that number, at least, for different residences: wherever those given authority would temporarily set up their distressed jurisdictions — imaginable, yet not: for instance, on the other bank of a river as if pursuers couldn't cross water, or playfully just around a corner — hiding until seeking another fresh try. 

The only tangible proof being then, is what I can touch now — "now": what a useless word — it's always already left with its perfect sense without saying so-long — semi-retired now as a distant relative in one of those many sections — sections like rented lodgings with lights kept off — feeling for a bed to slip-in & fall away while listening in on debatable thoughts as if voices from an adjoining room — where one can escape overcautiously early, anxious for a new start — hearing, just as a door is closed, from somewhere, "Remember now, only hellos; no goodbyes."

. . . & so on, in second thought, I guess some words aren't eternally useless & some places are sporadically tangible.

(voice from the future: you can read the next part of this at placelessness (2nd course)