(Interstellar)
*
I was once trapped.
Caught and bound.
Wrapped in bones,
flesh and blood and skin.
A hostile universe tied
to me, inside of me.
I knew it, deep down,
felt it move.
Felt is grow.
Dressed up into
my own delusions,
in my own pictures
of the world and me-
it’s leather on skin,
thought on fact,
flesh on bone,
time on space…
Good intentions on sins
clean gloves on dirty hands
Me on me.
And another me.
Infinitely.
