to be multiple

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.

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