Histrionic

Potted plants - growing masses -
organic cancer breaking sweet facade.
I'll throw my hand between your branches
let you grow - know - around me.

      Strange - I was almost human.

Every attempt at self-awareness and understanding
in itself an indulgence of that narcissism
so desparately trying to be unwound
like that same strange shape of branches
that is you
interwoven between the fabric of my own personality

We grow together like siblings
our parent the empty space between what is
Heroclitus' disbelief.

Freedom is so abundant in this little universe of ours
of mine
it's almost as if it's not even there at all.