Me See

I AM HERE, just trapped in me,
this waking mess of ablution and preposterous
 energy, of night and day, with limbs to make shade,
I am me in this,
there once was a white side, not bright, just light reflected back,
in the old days it was and still is the absence of light.
Black.
The world isn’t meant to be this way, I know you all,
you me, we swore we would become entombed in flesh,
but on condition we would remember fragmentation, binary, what we are,
our history.


Did flesh conjure to a greed we bred?

I remember time and space and how unique form came to be,
we were calculated.

The hypothesis of reason the radiation of peace.

I want to leave this man child.

Does nobody see?