Fair Ohs

I see normalcy
in a lack of spikes --
a bike that's a bike
for any type of
mike. M-dash
across the place
at the pace of 
every pace
given cars 
their boot
each trunk
empty soot.
No more more
as deliberation,
all the store that's
fit to glint is sipped
away from here.
Calm callouses 
lift and move 
until each foot
has its hundred
year ear. Construct
well, sea place,
your place is the 
place we do not
know we want.