I need the one
Made of synthetic wires
To share kindred cells
So that perfect equilibrium
Can be achieved in
Flattened and folded time
But it’s all going south
The time is stretching and breaking
Flying across the board
I’m still a one-sided coin
Nonexistent on the other face
Every cell is a fading fast
Trickle of matter
The wires were cut
With rusty scissor fingers
You’re not the one