Wherever I look I see
the thee of an entity
breaking borders here and there.
Swimming in a sea of air.
Your body contradicts me.
Speech spooks me away from you.
Be a friendly enemy.
Respect one who won’t be two.
The only hope is a third
of you of me of itself.
Part of the whole is the word
when giant becomes the elf.
On my deathbed I will say,
“Here’s my life in a package.
The gift that I can’t repay
is all to your advantage.”