There is you.
There is the other you.
There is the other other you.
There is the you with work ethic and acumen.
There is the you with star eyed stupidity.
The you that will try everything once.
The you that never leaves the house.
The you that only does laundry if it is raining.
There is the you that never uses the bathroom.
There is the you that never eats.
There is the you that only sleeps.
There is the other you that never sleeps.
The you that never tries anything.
The you that must sit if he is eating.
The you that always is believing.
And we are working.
Working hard
on titanic state society
where there are one thousand separate hulls
to shield our heart from sea mountains and berg's sprees.
One thousand breakers and dead man switches
for every human being lost to sea.
Destroy the one to face another,
our core assured never to smother
as we ply the waves and heave the coal,
fire, more fire, to the moon
touch the rays of our white hot soul.
Split the stars and peel the tar
from the way of night,
come the daggers, all at once,
we are full speed without eyes,
cut the fabric, tear the silk,
with melted stone plume, coral, and ice,
we are titanic, the unsinkable,
the one never to be unright.
