Are you a nomad
Or a monad
Locked in a union
Or twisting
Painfully free
Through a sparkling
Horizon?
Where is the one way
To wonder?
There seems to be a
Single rip through
The subject that
Sprawls endlessly
Through suburban space.
Once in a wild selfish
Demonstration
Ceremonies
Didn’t make the cut,
Costs became prohibitive
And that solely
Necessary idol
Tore itself down.
This is where the
Curtain drops,
And one is stuck,
Stark, and naked
Rubbing painfully against
The past’s engravings.
When it all turns into
Vapor, when matter
Mates with our
Common liquid,
The sign tilts
Into terror, slides,
Tumbles, takes
Two, an eternal
Womb; born
Again.
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