"how changes your life" and "we all know I don't know how to let a thing, a body, go"

how changes your life

break out of the shadow
of the gate. it is not

there. find a word,
a way through, latent

developer of sentiment.
the chemical that courses

through divides also
the word, but—taste

the tea in your mouth.
the sediment. I can sense

a lie. dear one, I’ve thought
of all the primes in prisms.

still, they won’t show up
here. I miss you—then, turn

in turn. there’s nothing
but sky. 

we all know I don’t know how to let a thing, a body, go

I dream I am in a body that knows where other bodies
go when at rest. I find my inability to read this synapse
of text, your last words to me:
                                                            i think u were in 1 of my dreams

odd. uninhabitable, I dream you are living dead.
what is confused.

what I remember (most of you) lights a screen. the lie
of the undying:
                                    i can’t die

and my reply:
                          good.

each refractory position of this doom fractals.
when I speak to another you, I dream in another body.

suspended in the barely tapped vision of text, I discontinue
all that confused. my last words to you:
                                                                        kk

I can dream being into another body, yes, but not this
you. the screen light, once more, a fission of text.

a continuance. I mean to say something to you, as you are
not dead, and I am in a body that I know knows

something about bodies when they don’t live
with or without you.