on 14 january 2001 xstense wrote once again
to you:

dear
you-inside-of-me

how tiny is our connection!
yet through it you suck and suck
the sparkle out of my eyes
the lustre from my skin
the steadiness of my feet
the clamouring of my thoughts
the striving out of my actions, leaving them awkward and
redundant

even
my memories of them

how can i even speak of these to you?
when you came into being they subsided
as far as you know they never existed
as far as i know…. i forget

and
you’re right -
for they were but elements to fashion
a figmented ‘self’
now opened

a shell vacated?
to be honest not quite

where now
instead
you make your own little cave
wedging for space
in what i thought
was mass
…

welcome
in m/we

xstense

to this,
you replied:

and then, xstense wrote again: xstense part 5.