okazaki

okazaki fragments 

lag along the street

they discontinuously drag

across the pavement

leaking secrets between their separation

my eyes trace each gap

attempting to read between the lines

i ooze mental glue 

if i can manage to paste them all together

maybe i can continue— 

across the fork

they glide without stop

no second thought to skip

and hop around absence

just smooth replication across the road 

every idea i prime 

is pried from my mind

train of thought lifted from its tracks 

steered toward a distant destination 

i can never quite reach 

fragmented and faithless

i contemplate the sum of parts: 

if the template of my whole is 

puzzled in pieces, perhaps it is no accident 

but an advantage of editing