CONSCIOUSNESS OR MAYBE WE ARE ANCIENT TOGETHER

JEN ROUSE

 
 
Monster, I see you there
against the silken edges
of waves, deep in den
and shadow. We are not
so very different. The way we
fire into the night, wrecked
with the desire to be still.
 
Monster, the neurons collect
in glowing knots, ladders form,
and all the revelations climb you
like rope. Your arms taste
everything. And so first you learn
just to reach with one.
 
Monster, my head is filled with
the sea of you. Every impulse
inky and immediate. The next
second, dull and dumb-
limbed. Your efforts so strategic.
As I destroy everything I touch.

 
 

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