the lonely life of the only life

we are understood

before we understand

because we come into this

after others have discovered

how to make us come

*

there’s dimension to the depth

of how far i’ve fallen

but i need to go down death

to see what it was

i couldn’t see

from the grounding of above

and what it was

that wasn’t once

*

the world is described

in is she single

am i

and if i’m not

does it matter

for them

for me

for her

for the world

that is just as single

as us,

the lonely life

of the only life

*

i am told i

have good metaphors

but if you understand them

then i have failed

to differentiate myself

from you

and i have joined the furniture

of the universe that is known

and forgetful as a result