there is no life outside of this

this body holds no answers

other than its own

I listen to its stories

all the iterations

the looped variations

as if razors inscribe each word

labyrinths within labyrinths

a slow-cut scratch through skin

to bleed heal and cut again

until what is true

what is believed

what is said

intermingle

their incestuous scars

like runes carved

across cave walls

and I have have nowhere to go

and nothing left to say

(September 9, 2020)