It runs along the borders of our skin like a siren,
Humming gently yet pulsing and beating,
Its intensity barely detectable,
But if you listen you hear it crawling along your veins,
You are you for many reasons you cannot explain

It cannot be extracted with scalpel-like blades,
It doesn’t seem to respond to glowing sheets of glass,
Press your finger against your lip …
Hold it there and listen

A mosaic of trouble erupts within your mind,
You hide your fear of fragments and cling to one,
Yanking on its shoulder as if your life depends on it,
And you truly believe it does until you’re told otherwise,
The seasons come to a standstill yet you continue to clamber,
Towards a ghost-like vision of harmony

Like grains of sand we slip away while blaming ourselves for our failures,
We live in doom, in awful insolence until we’re triggered,
By that inescapable insight …
That we are massive, only divisible through thought,
Yes, only our minds bring about our self-destruction,
Despite the obvious fact:
That we are indivisible, collected, and composed,
By the dignity of the absolute