Writing willowing weep [PG]

[Guest Phaedrus]

you are stuck in your world while i am free
giving and selling out, when there is no cost
but keeping everything that was ever lost

you clink of metallic change
i sink in a pool of watery mange
you're tangled in cellophane
i'm tangled DNA

you are a product, i am a dream
you dream fantasy, i dream reality
you sleep closed-eyed, i sleep open-eyed

everything you are is part of me
part of me is everything you are

weakness is greater strength than brawn
lengthlessness gives length the most long
life has its own kind of song

singing geometries, and everything is an eye
seeing while you see, and being while you be

drowning in a sea of tears, wet and salty fears
you are a weeping willow outside my window-sill
sick and ill with an infection of yourself
which no one but you can help