I once decapitated my
thoughts as  I watched
the syllables each roll

The words were bleeding
seemingly fast, then but
a drizzle on white cloth.

My insistent meanings
dried on synthetic weavings
and each was read in time.

I was once not of the body
singular apart from each
feelings but all are joined.

I am apart of two meanings,
that even though isolated are
a merging of both now one.