I make the sheets move up and down.
Down and up.
Is that the definition of existence?
Even when I’m disappearing,
There they go,
Down and up, up and down.
They all say “You complete me”
But if hollow when found,
We’re really still just missing pieces.

I’m going to evaporate now.
Turn into the acid rain that
Pretends to make you clean.
Up
then
down
.