We have buried the (((center))) of our being in layers of rigid hypotheticals, pouring the cement of impossibility and refusing to drill deeper for fear of an oil spill, an explosion, the expulsion of a dormant soul.
[If we] [[If you]] [[[If I]]]
The taste of a silent stroke on my tongue, iron from the blood of unhealed wounds. Metallic memories refusing to be forgotten fighting to be remembered.
[You fools] [[You fool]] [[[I am a fool]]]
The scent of a carcass creeps into my nose, rotten flesh from a casket broken up. Frankenstein fears refusing to be mocked, fighting for resurrection.
Even the bones of ancient species remerge as fossils to be found.