We have no heads, hands, or feet,

but we have somehow been made

more whole by subtraction, by this

strength that you might never have

imagined when we walked and kissed

and sang, this incredible, unstoppable

invasion of your dreams, a falling,

a dripping, a flying, our siren song

oozing through any speaker that will

have us and several that will not,

“oh my honey child, this is your

species, stop and look and see,

oh my honey child, you are one,

you are one, you will always be one.”