Double Helix.

In the soupy mist of heaven

That we already have lived in

Is it fair to say that we were ours?

Gaze into a mirror mocking

Every action you conceive of

Rehearse a line you might repeat.

Weave your fingers with a persons

You might have might just recently

And say alone out loud "it is real."

Is it real?

When you step up on a vessel

With no option of operating,

Recline, it either breaks or it doesn't.

Arrive alone in some damn station,

Who knows someone, anybody,

That knows someone with a will and drive.

Come and get me, come and scoop me,

Open every door that blocks me,

Defending her odd wrongs felt right.

Is it right?

Whole lives flashed before our little

Cameras that capture the frames

Passing as moments in our eyes.

She and I were Double Helix;

Completing every twist and focus

That makes spiral staircase escalate.

She and I were Double Helix;

Connecting all the spades and trenches

Making lattice latter climb a point.

What's the point?

Growing old and aching combined

In one thing like two legs of jeans

As the waste makes it a pair.

Orthopedic shoes are something

That I think you would look nice in

If I can hold out to see you wear 'em.

Not worried about the ancient ruins

Our souls reside in,

It Either Breaks or It Doesn't.

Does it?