1. we are trying to learn ourselves
(so moon dreams leave greasy trails behind us)
put your face on my face
pressed linen bridges
to smell for sure that you are the same
burnt up pulp
like moving mud in what we know
2. we are not mostly ourselves
all kinds of wiggling isms
tied together by cell strings and meat
it's our diets of lightening and star glass
that cause these flocks of birds
to package our bodies our weights.
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