Lock me up in your castle and I will travel the lengths of your halls (your limbs, the stemming leaves of your consciousness, blooming in as many directions as Possibility and Contradiction). I will follow the cracks in the walls, the brail of aging, because it is in the crevices of Boundary where Secret and Truth exist. Your cellars are full of blood and flesh and resemble No Other Thing. This is where your body hatches out of itself and is swallowed into the likeness of others, into DNA, into Body, into Form. This is where you keep the face you had before you were born, that pale brightness of prenatal chaos, those two yellow spheres of Dali’s dreams of yoke. This is your egg, your undying nascence, the egg of every cell and every moment and every death, which is kept under the ground for protection and nourishment. But I can see it showing. I can see it when you open your mouth and give me your tongue. I can see it with my fingers when I braid your hair. It Is in each gesture, each sound, and each absence.

Lock me up in your castle and I will stare into the mirrors that show me your reflection. They stand facing each other like truth and deception, tunneling into a thousand other faces through the length of internal space of two-dimensionality. They line the insides of your veins like a box made of mirrors, the inside reflecting the outside, and I lay down inside them to go to sleep in this vortex of glass. I stare into them and try to touch them even though you are not there, it is the simulacra that exists in Mind. I feel lonely and curl into a ball, knowing that there is distance and absence even while inside of you. I fear that I am Becoming You in attempt to recover from this. I cannot exist in the same place and the same time of the smallest parts of your body, I cannot penetrate matter.

Sometimes I think you are a twin, because I sense that likeness. But we are not the same, either. But I think: truth has many twins, many doors, and perhaps we are like that, standing side by side.

I will recognize you in the Spring, love.