to write from the vantage
of a woman, from the vantage
of a man, to write from the hybrid mind
hive mind, hoven, to write what you know
and don't, to write unintentionally
and predict the future, to spin yourself
into a tizzy from what you wrote before
tea leaves past self posits, or absent
mindly concocts present self seeing
in the glass what was born then
and realized now, it doesn't stop
to keep this system of articulation
spinning, yes, i've said spin again
because it is a dance, cyclical, winding
we do not finish anywhere, until,
and then maybe even then we don't
how years ago, in my bedroom
in brooklyn i lay stoned thinking about
my name, and how it's been nice, spirit
that i am, to exist within its structure,
identity, "susannah page simpson" has been
a nice person to be, this sense that we would
be enduring-- the force that we are, beyond her
beyond the bounds of this body and lifetime,
not necessarily to come back a plant, or maybe,
Goddess help me if i'm another human,
mainly spinning though, unstoppable,
ceasing to be a human pause, unwinding,
again and again, in these bodies, and concepts
of self, until we spill into each other,
into all, a big cosmic soup,
to be lapped up by nothing
Monday, January 15, 2024
to be lapped up by nothing
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