Welcome, Lix! Thank you for stepping up to the plate to host today.

I'm struck by the structure of this poem, the density of longer lines that swallow caesura periods and relentlessly push forward. The content of the beginning didn't do much for me, but I found the following lines in the middle powerful strong:

and go elsewhere. It is your pick. It is your will to walk along
muddy old paths and crunchy leaves until you fit
in a pride of lions. [...]

There's something about the shift in sentence rhythm here, and the simple directness of how you phrase these lines that makes me want to run my mind over them again and again.