Welcome to the Poles

How deliberate is this? Wet exhaustion from punctured lungs Fungi sliding out between teeth

When we find ourselves looking at our reflection We see everything and nothing simultaneously Stretching in to multiplicity

We are all of ourselves at once molding into each other We are regaining consciousness Fractal cannibals licking tongues down bones to satiate salivation We are searching for new surfaces we may warble and warp

We chase lines on tables To answer ourselves with pleasure Regurgitate the shame into splitting Hairs Some of us do remember Others of us fear how we may face dilation in the light

Welcome

We speak through the same mouth And our hands are dirty We become our own alibi (one we can all agree on) practice forgetting in unison Don’t worry we won’t ask

But late at night when darkness bends to lilting horizons All our faces bleed back into each other A shadow watching our selves Or trying to almost remembering what it was like to be small

We ask it sideways Did we do this on purpose?