internal relations are asymmetrical. not
a unity, not determined by the name but
by extending. after, anyone can see
how far i came, and none make out
what was struggled toward. inside
but not mine, made of what
is not of me, and yet is a part of me, internal
daily, necessary and affective -- this is key.
a landing's lift-off is said only 'never.'
but i live the always that never can not.
a singularity inside, but not mine, made
of what is not me, and yet coming to rest
just as it persists in taking flight. i propose,
that any perpetual motion machine
shares in asymmetry in just this way.