Sometimes
for long stretches of time
I am.
Sleepwalking, absentmindedly
I forget
whom I made the decision to be.
A threshold is crossed, I snap.
The colorful cacophony subsides.
I remember.
I see it again.
My directed graph of desire.
I breathe in.
As I exhale the fog
I reset my current state
to once again,
Be-
come.