I am He as You are He as You are Me and We are All Together
I borrow a little magic from the gods who live next door. They call this
disassociation, this feeling that the air is just as important as I am.
And if I'm a little mixed up about the man I was back when you said
those things to me, those jangling things, then you have to forgive me,
here on this razed playing field, this scorched earth. I begin to blend
in just so, with the rest of the neighborhood, restless animals and bleeding men.
I begin to find my space, in the borders, in the times I'm not me, nor you.
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