Mirror Earth

We were bored

So the rapists       mowed the lawns
So we were all captains    of a land
                   so we were
    each steering the fates
    of one clunky body
    and it's collisions

So symmetry is a strange    game
as in    where there is a magnet
things fly
    to it    and soon we are all in
                   the same bed

So there is always the drug tunnel, the tunnel
       of drugs and it's damp-drug glow
      was warmer than the hallucinations
      of the very, very cold.      Even sand
      has died of thirst       long ago

                  And by who's hand

can I take this other exoskeleton    this ship
and the next one
and the next
and say, we are filled with the same    invisible  

       electric snow
like meeting      your own                  ghost
like admitting,  yes
I am a conscientious human,      but I still
do these six things

          And I'll bet we can name them, too
          All six