I told Perry I wasn't going to watch Star Trek
with him tonight. I guess he wasn't
as devastated as I'd hoped he would be.
It seemed for a while like he was trying
to take me under his wing, but when
I pull away from his tutelage he
seems indifferent. Probably impatient with all
my failures. Even two weeks ago, I
was trying so hard to be him...

It's funny, every once in awhile, I find it kind of shocking
that one thing can be certainly differentiated from another,
that different things can truly possess different essences.
Marrow is confused that people care about
the shape of bones.

What I know is this:

I teach myself based upon pattern,
irrespective of medium.
I am used to equivalencies
across realms, and relativism.
True mystery lies in true difference,
and all difference lies in perception,
not in essence.
Not in marrow, not in me.

I am interested
in a beach
where people walk
And where the sand
is raked
at regular intervals.

I like to trap
time
until he tells me what
he knows
about me.

Rake the sand
in layers
at intervals
with simple purpose
in units
digitally.

Any foot
can make sand act
as an analogue.

Find the almanac
that knows these both
and make it speak.