I was born in two bodies
In seven years watched separation
A separate universe
Incomplete roots
Watching the youthful body from projection
Somehow warm like the womb
In seven years connected
Overlap and intorsion
Four in circle
I was in my arms then i lost half
In seven years torn from their sinews
Trying and trying to stay but no balance and no
Warmth
My legs don't work
As walking away the space between tearing the
Sinews from my body and intention
They lay in row on the ground like dying trees
What can i do
To smallеr pieces than my remaining body
And rеturn into my veins
To keep you somehow
Burning so you're still warm
I want to feel warm
As i was complete
As i had four arms
As i was beautiful