escher poetry — [Z] :: 1

now i see innards
the structure of the sickness
the blood & the bacteria
the life giving custard
all swimming so slowly
we think we’re solid

three groups of conversation
and at the bottom left
a bacterial swordfight

and below you see
the submarine of reason
struggling to exist

you’re safe nĭ convincer liar
it doesn’t

i’m principled
you’re dogmatic
he’s a fantasist