Illusion of One
Hello internal assembly team.
I am un-singular today in this rash of faces.
I sense the careful in me trolling.
An itch welling at the crown.
My shadow: no. yes. fast. approximate.
Operations make up your mind.
I’m a looped syllable.
A white point diving and rising all over the map.
One self looks out over another
and perceives a you.
[first published in Hunger Mountain]
