The Egg

I can’t see the object

I see only a reflection

So, that everything is backwards

How could I explain it?

& I don’t what I’m saying

& the words amount to nothing

I know that time doesn’t matter

So, what if the end is near?

The end’s when it’s begun

Why shouldn’t we be jealous?

How could anyone believe

That we’re measured by prowess?(?)

One hand cuffs the other

That believes it’s won the battle

But, we’re both of the same body

I know that time doesn’t matter

Not so much refracting…

But, expanding in the earth