*Dissociation*

Shell in Two Parts


1

The stronger minds
guard the altars.

We'll draw on many, 
the twelfth simplifying.

On the computer
until your eyes sew shut again.

Just mind yourself 
until the surfacing.

Their box does exist.
Insect at the third balcony.

This is when I, rambling,
identify with krill.

We'll she.
Umpteen fixes made of flower.


2

Crazy gray cat,
you are shambolic.

Truth is no thing. Trees. 
As if that were to fix everything.

But you are you to many and
there is a computerishness of 

self (obviated, trivialized).
The thing is -- a welter of indecency approaches the filter.

I'd exist.
A muse, you and I.