indivisible

tell me it will never happen

subdue me, my rattling 

rocking back and forth 

tell me a story, tell me a lie, 

tell me that dream was only a dream and that I 

will not rapidly unspiral, back into a child, further

back into oblivion, that all will end as it began

in sudden nothing, that space before memory,

that space that fills forgetting and leaves us empty

subdue me, tame me, control my mind

love me, learn me, leave me behind 

I walk through walls, through floors, through time

I covet only the atom’s singular eye, a piece so

spectacularly aware that it has become invisible

I want to observe the observer, I want to walk 

through its house, I want to talk

without a mouth,

and listen 

with a conch held close to my ear

tell me that if angels gathered

in a circle and sang 

that I would not feel any temptation

to look away, at a leaf or a beetle 

or a peculiar cloud

tell me that when it comes

I will be prepared

there is no hope for those with eyes

my face is faceless- my mind a sequence 

I’m a sentient thread

my only relief is 

to tangle 

to fray