we find ourselves 

with ourselves 

we’re very busy 

 

scaling the heights 

of solitude 

it’s heavy lifting 

 

throw something 

into the mix 

that feels like intimacy 

 

and watch needles 

leave the graph 

pointing and scratching 

 

I’ve just left 

the lab 

feeling empty 

 

feeling this experiment 

consistently  

troubling 

 

we don’t know 

what we’re dealing with 

on the edge of discovery 

 

the risk we can’t be 

prepared for 

despite our histories