two alive - and one whose
arms are lost, each brings
with it - its own luck. neither
brings back what i want
a moment of sleep where
i do not feel life around me
where i do not want life
about me, it is best to leave
and let each have their
space, in return each will
let me escape into memories
of how i became such a being
each in each scared of waking
without arms stretched across
