An untitled poem about systemhood by unknown alters (Patreon)

We don’t know who we are

Sea glass from a shattered lamp

Each shard bending to catch the sun

Lungs full of sand

Mind like a beehive

Mouth shorn and ragged

Screaming inside till glass cracks

Fractal frontal lobe

Splintered cerebral

Dark spots like cavities blooming

The parts that had to die

Together we are alone

Grasping for the hands we share

Sinking deeper into ourselves

The world we made deep and dark and terrible and beautiful

A place realer then reality

We are who we are inside

The body is just a ship

Just for now

How many?

How deep?

Are the we us at all?

Or am I lonely?

Why does this feel so far away

Why is my body of iron and wax

So heavy and hard

Why can’t I cut us free

A flock of doves in a tiny cage

Sewn together

Broken apart

Bitter fruit from a starved seed

The mycelium network of whispering fungi

A chapel full of ghosts