Not Naked Enough

Not Naked Enough

How much more
the loss would be
if
in the moment
we did not
take ourselves
to that far abandon?

The fear
of no longer being
our separate selves
but instead
to realize
that holy materiality,
our unintegrated
sensations.

Otherness remains
only
in the illusion
of our disambulations.

We are not
naked enough
in our distance.

This is
the illusion.

Copulation
is not the DNA
engagement
of our species
only,

but rather
a metaphor
for the singularity
of being.

Not
to fucking be
in you
but rather
to fucking be
you,

not to
become you
but
to realize
the unity
of our sameness.

The illusion is
separateness.

We are
the same being.

There is only
one being.

We are
that being.

And this
is why
we are not
naked enough.