Mapped

The trail has gone cold, no?
Humiliation runs both ways,
but one can run covered in sick
and it might be a nice thing
and everyone can nod along
to the clack of what
slips between fingers,
it's the rhythm of life,
but true humiliation
to let it multiply
unable to land on 
its graceful witness
instead, stripped of its title
but, my god its
ineffable power
or not -

it can be ignored - 

or not, until the cows come home.