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)
