if you cut us down the middle,

you will never be an echo again

an 'i love you' will never be reciprocated

in such blunt and plain syllables

except by accident ---

gone just before you can grasp it ---

touch it and it will disintegrate,

the words gone.

if i lived in a house with no mirrors

where everything is new,

where nothing is ever repetition

it will never be the same again.

it will never be a home. 

it will never die.

--- will it ever be truly alive?

continuity is broken, illusion

invisible ants hanging on to blue dot

the impatient rise and fall of different (prison) cells, 

    different glassy prisms, 

made of Adam. babies born guilty.

i was delivered where the Eve bleeds into the rosy-fingered dawn 

    --- in the dark

            reborn and shattered again, where it stood

wholly alone, only caged in the freedom 

i thought i had asked for

but even regret will not stay

it is bitterly cold ---

it is blithely hot ---

the i am.