Warp my idea of life.

Twist my knobs and reconfigure my musicality
Show the skeleton world
Show the antiskeleton world

I am identifying the cradled aesthetic

A circle has one face
no face
and infinite faces.

I was the waxing and waning moon
I was full, and null, and New

And I was hoping it was you!

Death shifts uncomfortably,
(Or was it me)
In the next room