The Scene When You Learn Nothing’s About You
Arrival and departure are simulacra of a dimension you can only smell,
its paramnesia the ghost under your nose
skimming the cilia of your inorganic incarnation.
Were you and I ever not the same
a gravity feeding from the wreckage of our wake
or are we waked
we they she me
Were you and I ever not
just simulations of solemnity
a physic law
ache caving intimate slam
Departure and arrival are the facsimile of a savory desire,
an archetypal ornamentation of unknown things
never passing, never moving. Platitudes for the living.