Nesbit-Lemuria

All of her permutations, and his
Assert themselves
By way of interaction and become some of their own
Identities pushed between two bodies and formed in a mold
Bearing the impression of each
Pushed through a mirror that each parent stares into
Straining to see the other side
Waiting for the reflection to turn and walk away
A bed and a body
To mark where a child has entered a home

All of her singularity, and his
Asserts itself
By way of their death and become a change in their children
A grave
to mark the place where a body has entered the ground
A portal
An orbit
A sound
Echoing in a closed container
Until uncapped

The silence is a call I cannot answer
Because it is a type
An empty white room I cannot fill
Precursed
Demands buried in the ground when you were unburied
Sending up their radiation and ghosts
Mapping your encounters with these sensations and spectres-
A matrix is revealed beneath
Your ancestry-
Buried in a perimeter around your field
Or your city
The book in your hand-
Or your lemurial fears-
An electric collar
A world of pleasure awaits
And I feel ready to receive
But pain bars the door
And amplifies the humming in the white bones beneath the skin
Of my mother and father
Drawing them close..close..close to the surface
In slow saddened expansion
I want them to live and keep there secrets stored inside
Until I am ready to hear
The frictional whispers of their ghosts leaving their bodies
And can see which way the echoes go

-Apes Blood