We as night,
Greet the-moon-with-stars.

And I the lampshade
Tried to tell you
Something--

But my memory-
For-gets.

I attempt to feel,
Though-my-skin
Is stifled--

As it networks
Into-me--copying,
Parasitic fungi.

From embryo days
The sun starts to
Cry membrane.

Losing menageries.