7/11/25
I didn’t sleep, I
wondered - could
I live by light alone?
If I live by light
alone shouldn’t I be
able to live by
light alone? Said
goodbyes at 5:13am
as the sun crept
up over the commune,
new light on
our dissaray.
(Well,
not quite, it’s more a
very organized untangling
of our minds, including
a theme perturbed:
on the untalkable
connection between
souls, she said
women talk about it, am I
void-masculine,
entombed in
foreign disconnection?)
It’s 2:07pm and
it seems, I live
on light alone.
What were we
talking about then,
if it wasn’t describing
that very soul connection
albeit skirting
around the edges of
nomenclature?
I’m looking at you,
mirror, who am I?
You’re looking at me,
mother, am I just
a boy to you?
To acknowledge this
absurd reorientation-
Does it even change a thing?
Isn’t it true I
got everything I
wanted, and I
have everything
already, and
every gift or
cosmic re-
consideration
draws me in
ever closer to
the one
desire-
lessness
anyways?