Inside is inside is

The boy makes his castle.

Hear the clock in your spine The one that made you believe I'd keep time until Friendship was receeding at speed Never quite With that mouth, so willing to bite down For pity or an excuse to chew As though I'd done something to you Built a castle on your beach in anger But I built it with cement and sangre As if I wanted to summon the spirit of Jimmy Hoffa To relent, or reminisce Inside is inside is We could have been rivers winding between rocks In another life We would have been sisters Weaving those aftershocks into stories for the tribe Reaching into the sky giggling, and plucking from Orion's belt The mountain, a feather, a lowly blade of grass Reminders that a hand on the throat is felt From mother to sun You, afraid of suffocating future fought to fathom such unkindness The mind shifted from knowing into blindness And without realizing it The campfire now at our backs We became weapons against the mindlessness