darling, we are silhouettes.
scientists state our bones are from the stars;
scientists state our bodies are from the ocean.
how is it that we’re oh-so-different,
while we all seem oh-so-the-same.
you and me,
we’re train wrecks waiting to happen;
train wrecks always make the front page.
you and I,
we’re the world’s lab rats.
they want us to affect the world;
they want us to use their techniques;
they want us to make them all right.
you, me, us:
invisible to the sun;
invisible to the universe.
too bad we’re everything to the world
[we could have gotten away with a lot].
still, we’re all the same
with different thoughts;
still, we’re exactly alike.
darling, tell me:
how is it together, we’re something.
alone, we’re nothing.?
— 6-1-5, dear you