First there was life
No, a desire for life
rushing fast, rushing strong
we were ready, we were strong
the equation was around us
it's force underneath us
our substance begat us
our canvas, our mother
It is possible that I have
landed on a distant planet.
My body does not feel like my own.
My skin has scales. I skid and slip,
slew, slide like a serpent.
My tongue is reptillian, split in two
like my dreams. Two suns intoxicate me
with their brightness, their heat.
Who put me here? Am I dead?
My outer layer is pink. I am not like
the others. They ignore me or hiss
when I come near. I curl into a
ball and chase
my tail with my mouth.
I want to swallow myself whole to
disappear from this place.
They are slimey creatures who
hiss me hiss me hiss me hiss me
and I, the pink amphibian, the
alienated hydra, I am part of
a watercolor painting, cornered,
at bay, held captive by nightmare
rays from double fireballs.
"they say he was a mistake"
but they were wrong...
he was intent, intentional
second sun rising
chasing tales
teaching one to go your own direction
youngest but oldest
older than earth
father, boy in snake's disguise
"I am the boss"
he tells tales of life before
"I am the brother"
of number one
he laughs at those that follow the sun...
for his light is greater
