does it hinder your ability to heal or transform?
ugly scars in the family tree
lying
going down in a history
imagine only
parallel mindreaders
stumbling into the wet blue
drop of police nightsticks
cracked up ice songs
left handed
catchphrases
we used to concrete
the moon and sift ourselves through
tough screens
all these spaces within one space
one larger space fixed
and many smaller
perfect replicas of the universe
expanding
changing course and making new directions