I wonder: how far you are in
Your understanding of me through
commonality borne through the other in you
to the other in me,
and other way round and round.
That is how the stories are told,
You know, along the highways, we
Can’t see all that lurks in the lea.
Down the rabbit holes we go,
Along the twisting corridors of the imagination
That connect us. It’s surprisingly simple,
Iff’n you don’t know what I mean,
We have the same imaginary parts,
Everything between, and
Every thing between.
All that separates you and I in every realm is
You are you and
I am I. You see
How I combine
The plainest prose and childhood rhyme.
Bonnie dies every time.
Clyde dies too.
You’re not Bonnie and I’m not Clyde.
I’m the one you play the story
With, when you play the story
With yourself.
The other in you is
The image of me
Constructed as they talk to and through
Each and both of us. How does it feel
To be a muppet?
There’s a little girl with her hand up you,
A little boy with his hand up me,
And they talk offstage as we
Act out their lines.
This is true down to the minimum meaning of girl and boy,
Where the roles are shared equally, except
This time you’re the girl. And
That makes me the boy,
This time, not
Every time.
I wonder how far in you see, into
The portrait my other drew of me.
The details will differ, for complexity
Is what separates us
Mathematically,
Between the real and imaginary we.
I encircle your neck, the
Noose attached
To the noose of you encircling me.
I am your Thali, Thali.
I am your dolly, Thali.
I can describe how you were designed,
How your pieces were selected,
Not by you, not by me,
But by you in me each time picking
What you wanted to be for me so
I would be for you what you wanted me to be.
These choices were passed to you through what remained of me
When you became you.
You listen to him the same,
As I listen to her
Run my life.
We can’t be identical, for
We are non-identical divisions separated
Sequentially identically. The asymmetries
Calculate across dimensional identity, sharing the same
Characteristics, the same length, so we
Make a whole, existing as an identity
Beyond the real, through the byways of complexity,
To our imaginary home and our imaginary room, and
Our imaginary bed, where
We play our imaginary game. Only you
Understand what that means.
I always pick you,
Always.
jomi: playing with perception 