To own and be had simultaneously Is a concept and reality Perhaps it could be called culture Over-extra words for notions That make a cauldron bubble Such is the tribe of a colony Wrapped up in a circle Squared off by the herd Whose groupishness can be Confirmed by looking at Emotion and power and direction Physics analogies are trite Tried and untrue Entanglement, gravity, gas particles There is too much clarity It's like god and religion Heaven, hell, pergola When we or I or you or us Live under a series of suns Identify to identity These narrative threads compel With whom can I roost And where do we live Unless it's on the wing Intertwined through thought Rather than minutes and location Yearning and home work together to Compel their constituents Toward a sort-of ideal Of which I am a victim as well May there be a winter of sleep Bound up with together And freed from the dissonant light That shone from childhood to night