The floor isn’t where it should be.
The doors open.
The step lands, then misreads, doesn’t quite meet.
A quick jolt.
The doors close.
Next.
It repeats.
The step meets too soon.
A check in the motion.
Already past.
Gone.
It happens again. Not the same way twice.
The body adjusts without waiting.
The doors open.
Misaligned By Kerry A. Wiley
Causes and answers trade their places.
Order loosens, then resumes.
Everything continues forward
just misaligned.
No one turns to recognize it
motion continues without reference
timing slips its own measure
lines never quite intersect
No mark.
No record.
Still—altered.
Still it circles something bound.
Nothing breaks and nothing settles.
All remains, but rearranged
a system built on echoes
misaligned
A gap persists where none was made
unseen, unchanged—yet displaced.
The pattern aligns, incomplete
missing where the lines should meet.
Nothing visibly undone
yet nothing carries forward
somewhere in the sequence
something does not carry through
The doors open again.
The step lands. Then corrects.
Nothing marks where it shifted.
Nothing carries forward.
Only that brief jolt
contained, immediate
leaving the next step to take its place
the next step lands.
Corrected.
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