don't
force
words
down
on
the
paper
like
they're
victims

She is everyone, he is everywhere 
Talking fast and walking strange without a care 

Pick and choose the words you bruise 

They're apples falling from a tree
Once bitten, you ingest reality 

And skin becomes the center of the battlefield 
A place that you have entered but forgot your shield  

Feel the fleets pass over every inch of you

When men saw hiding spots inside themselves 
They became protectors of unruly cells 

Reflecting that which summons such passivity 
And welcomes what's elusive all too easily 

Because remember, there is no mask on a mime

I was so far gone long before you came along.

I ran out of oil so I went to find more
this is what happened when I opened the door

A gentle transition had welcomed my feet
I was now walking to the sound of a beat
The pulse made its way to the top of my head
readied my body as if stringing a thread
Stitched up together with hands at my side
the air I inhaled procreated my guide
Infancy spread throughout my whole being
and with eyes circumcised I began seeing 
Aged just enough by the end of each day
to comprehend that which no one could say 
Treading along as the hours threw clocks
it was time in the form of stumbling blocks  
Wearied I'd grow and I'd take up my rest 
on things to which only my soul could attest 
The process by which my flesh was restored
and freed of the ghosts that my temple would hoard 
Then finally lightness had sprung in my step  
and I returned home, to that one I had left 

What I'd forgotten was now all I  knew 
the oil I'd needed adorned my own room

among the trees 
to grow the one 
inside of me