Not Observig

what way do we choose
where from and where
i ask myself
from where to where
does way pick us
which one pick us
now and then we become buffaloes
or rather a car
we move move have grouped
into homes dismembered affairs at ourselves
we talk talk and our words
move apart from us
as if comet's fallen leaves
animals with horns and tails
and claws
on wheels we try to disappear
  from the colors that to concentrate
to condense - a smell of bread at cornfields
at chats talk talk
not observing the roads behind us
by which move our roads
by which move our
accumulations in the emptiness at ourselves
among accumulations at the one or
two words which are appeared
by ourselves which are shot
from the bow-string of language
along by involved smoke curling
road
of that language