disappearing and reappearing
over and over
into black through orange
cyan
magenta
and back, is not
trustworthy.
the breadth of it changes.
I trust that fish
will keep evolving.
And one day their descendents
will take the earth into damp
fins and live in peace.
I don't
trust my body,
or even that faltering urge
to keep it whole.
Keep from disconnecting limb from
skin from spleen from brain, or fall
part from
part into that
original gas I came from.
I trust my cat.
Dogs
are not to be believed.
(my computer is busted. I'm not entirely sure how I'm doing this)
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