Can a cuff be its own un-cuffing?

Can a cuff be its own un-cuffing?

With all sincerity it feels like it could be after the recent US election results. 

If a cuff is a capture, 

       and like it was proposed in last class – one frame frozen from a

  continuum, isn’t that just like me waking up in the morning

                                                                 to re(as)sume I am that me again? 

      In a day after day return to the lap of a familiarity, despite slight morphing,

I again take up with the traces and folds that still appear from what was yesterday. 

"Are you a Mexican?” 

“Are you a gorilla?” Is that the same cuff that catches the world into its worldliness that is doing this asking? 

                     Am I sum of these occasions?

              Is she also a gorilla when both she and the world are still asleep?

The Internet was down again yesterday and it was already late afternoon when I heard that the election result had been called. I needed to go outside and find myself in something familiar. The sun was still out and I could hear the traffic below as I headed down the dry footpath path, my head anticipating the future. 

As I headed down to the road, I realized that I was passing through many worlds on my way, and none of them reflected back to me the cares in my worries.

the house on the path above me

The path became timeless and my presence felt like it carried no impression. It was like the valley that afternoon had no need and it gave me no confirmation.

Without that recognition, it all began unfolding. Arriving down to the road, to the noise and the dust, I felt the uncuffing.