95. The It

He dared to stare 
Studying it with care
What could it be
This thing he could see
Could he use it for anything
Is it a tool, a machine 
Something alive or dead
One thing or many things
Old or new
Maybe a treasure
Or one of those unknown unknowns
That unfolds
But try as he might
He just couldn't tell
Little did he know
The It had the pleasure
Of using him
The way a flower uses a bee

94. Whole No More

Once whole
Before the fright of the fight
Flight denied
He fell apart
Or so it seemed
Pull yourself together
He was told
Be bold
He gathered up his parts
Those he could find
But try as he might
He just couldn't find his right mind
He tried again
And again
Then as fatigue set in
Whole no more
Broken by war
He gave up the fight
Took flight
And died
By suicide

93. The Entity

As I slip into sleep
The entanglement of fragments I know as me
Lose their cohesion
And float free
Remixing repeatedly
In reams of dreams
Or so it seems
As I awakened
And reassembled the entity
I know as my personal identity
Greater than the sum of its parts
My soul was made whole once more

92. Being Thee

The truth just is

Not was

Nor will be
It's not a static thing
To be uncovered
Or discovered

It's a living, breathing, moving thing

Like you and me
Look closely
You'll see

The truth just is
And like we've been told
From days of old
The truth really will set you free

To be thee

91.The Pleasure Exchange

He was her treasure 
The source of her pleasure
She was his treasure 
The source of his pleasure
They thought they were in love
They were
With themselves
All they'd arranged
Was a consensual pleasure exchange
To assuage their pain
But like everything else 
The time came
When things changed
Strangely
Only the pain
Of their loneliness remained
Soon each was in search again
For a new treasure
At the Pleasure Exchange