what’s that thing

hanging onto my head ?

it’s me body

yes me body !

what’s that thing

up my chest ?

it’s me head

me very head !

i’ve seen versions of these

smaller versions

slimmer versions

none of which i could trap

passing on to the next

so i call them all me

older versions

recent versions

they’re all gone except one

it’s ejecting this text

now i look a myself

naked versions

dressed up versions

and progression i see

wears the mask of decay

as my past life expands

growing longer

always longer

and my future life shrinks

i am only today

me is only today

me is only today

(repeat until kindom come)