Telling

Open, book,
and reveal that
I could have been
outside all this time.

Yes, we have the 
inside together. 
You gather some 
of my dust and 

I gather your rust.
We spend the day
profligately. We 
each reach for the

pinnacle of our 
respective species
and imagine that
our image is that.

Isn't that what 
the trees do?
What a sneeze
does? Tell me

in
too
many
words.