grew up so far

beyond myself

splayed apart

from our chance meeting

my persona and myself

why do i see this over and over

the same characters

as if in a play

run in a script

a little to the left, please

a little to the right

that's nice (mm)

proof of life

sure looks real

but why would i fill my lungs without thought

in a sideways world i don't touch

the boundary thins desire thickens

to be a little selfish

and movement becomes me

still, i got things to do

don't you?