In through the Out

A photograph hits my leg, next the floor

Two sips followed, set a line through a curve
Mimicked the sound of one hand clapping
And it reminds me of a forgotten door…
Once more

As both angels and demons inhale clouds on the wings of planes

I embrace myself like no one else needs to know
Strange, funny, happy, sad

All that matters is what we have

Like understood egoism pretends to shatter molds

As both sex and death exhale a plain on the wings of a cloud

~Though both sides believed to be divided~

As both sex and death exhale a plain on the wings of a cloud

Said that nothing matters beyond my desires

Like misunderstood enlightenment reunites lands

Push the lands into the oceans, sinks into the space between you and you
Are not me at all, is what they heard him say
Pending the ordinarily serious

A photograph rises from my leg, stirs the air

Two sips followed, set a line through a curve
Mimicked the sound of what cannot be apposed
And it reminds me of spiral stairs
Twice shared