The red sun abides at the back of my head

swaddled by darkness as uncertainty

Discomfort awakening an inversion of selfhood appears as two red rectangles sitting an inch apart

Spread open, a slit burns between revealing the shallowness of the wall behind

The paintings are unfinished, unstarted sitting as time undoes my doing of them

Two halves,

One protrudes further than the other as if my unhinged phallus adds girth to the left chiral image of my being as painting

We spoke of climate change

And our migration as the earth churns us on its surface

Our dreams fusing, a family created as time melds us and our work into a home I never had yet reached for from the womb, I find my place here within the loop dee loop

I trace the curve as my body leaves my room

And descends in a land I have never been

Once Claustrophobic in my being

I now carve my name into those maples of my future abound dense forest

3 standing erect as I lay flat beneath a roof garnished among dangling leaves and limbs turned red as the sun greeting me each morning

Burning around me enters the present

3 still only at arms length

Smoke filled lungs longs for exposure of another terrain

Mars turning its back feels more familiar than I am to my mother

Controlled amounts absorb into my body as sleep feigns rest