If we are losing our mind
Then first of all we must stop being-we
Living Janus is nothing more than trying to
Rip ones spine into a fragmented
Lightning tree of agony thunder

One mind is not mine
Ours, always ours, connected in waves
Channeling us together like oceanblood smell
Human is the smell connected as tidebodies
Does I try to plug the nosemoon and find silence

Know hearts are never silent
Can anyone keep our rivers from
Flowing toward forever together
Gravity reaches even into our minds
Falling always into each other’s empty

Which is never empty,
Always and always and always
Filled with the lovefear, the all-one
which can only be alone
When one is finally I
When I am finally one