9.24.24

what happens when you find yourself
what happens when you’re you
what happens when there’s nowhere left to go no one to be to find in you

what happens when there’s no more symbols left what will you do
when your archetypes expire
will they make more to suit you —

did they gain you
where’d they lose You
this is shed skin twenty-two

when there’s no more plastic trinkets flags and fabric left to buy
while becoming you again another summer passes by
polyester that constricts us
our new selves they contradict us

we are nothing like the body from the earth one day reclaimed
now forgotten all the news about your ever-changing name

i am fresh here new of breath here
but the trees they call me One
and i built a better shelter on the moon inside the sun
all the trees they murmur softly no becoming don’t become and
never worry — we see you
we built you with our lungs