Unavailable now that I am conscious,
so very fucking conscious.
More present in my dreams, more accountable.
The inconsistencies of waking life,
make sense when I lock my door.
Behind the wall, underground and burrowed deep
into the wet earth, I tunnel through and around myself.
Becoming a man, a child, a mutant worm digesting itself,
copulation becomes disintegration, multiplying the existence of nothing.