in the cavity that desire exists
there lays a nest
full of monsters
made of little lines
which cross and lay over in each other
in mutual exclusivity.
you would think they would annihilate each other,
a thesis met with its antithesis
the way matter destroys itself
with antimatter
but they thrive
they string themselves together
and hold hands made of tension
(I was born of this Contradiction)
the wave travelling from one pole to the next.
But sooner or later
they strangle each other
by the way they intertwine
like a ship choked by its own sails
which have ceased to set it off into the horizon.