I see myself from above, below and around,
As above, so below
I used to not know who I was without a kiss
Well maybe I did and I held on to it tight
But my hand was forced open and I floated up to the ceiling
Did I really spend years trying to jump high enough to bring myself back down
Maybe I could’ve been an engineer if I didn’t have this body
Or maybe a paper or five deep into my career, published and polished
I’m relieved to have this body, now that it’s my own
Yet I still find trench warfare in a kiss
Horrifying fractures of time
One studies time
He should study how time flips on a dime
How the flashing lights and the bruises appear
Then a blink and it's just me back under the scalding water
just fine, it's all fine
I was supposed to be an engineer
I was supposed to be someone else
If only I could focus,
if only if only if only
I could be more
More more more
Enough, never enough
Finally
Enough.