A liquid sense of
Self in mirror
My dreams
Are they a part
of what really happened?

Referring to oneself
Means restructuring the self
Facing contraction
Constructing contradiction
Crawling through constricted spaces
Breathing in the dust of ages

Vibrant presence
Appearing all at once
Painted in smoke
I got eyes
To see another world
An absence from being
And wishing well to all

Gaps in the narrative
Rattling on empty cages
We cannot split ourselves
From history
But still
This tomb is empty
And still
These stones are mute
Oh well.