Back there
We really did go back there
didn’t we
again and again
to our mesmerising imperfection
when washing our hands
wringing a dry vein
and becoming dust
would’ve been just as meaningful
a decision.
Yes, if I could tell you what I’ve done
the choices I have laid out on the table
and if I could show you where your logic dies
I promise you
would just smile
and let me go.
We were being watched this whole time
and by something that is
yet to even exist.
And only as a voice.
Which is nothing more than we
have ever been.
















