of what resides
inside of me and you
no mirror is required
disguised by habit,
face and clan
spirit is floating above soil breathing
be it aimlessly
on route to shop,
drink, snort, **** it off.
the world is born
and carried on heads
then a big bang
the end, credits from friends
breathing the same air
that laughed at agony
again and again
him and her,
time ***** out of us
that thing
we can’t see.