Hanging onto the umbilical chord
In utero
Submerged in the amniotic fluid of the womb
Entangled in yin
Paul Celan’s reflections on *negativity*
My father’s repeated statement: “consciousness is forever divided from being”
The mirror stage compounds the rip
I’m in need of symbolic identity
but I’m lamenting the coldness
An exposed nerve
could do with being earthed
Being alive is the trauma
There’s no way back
Though Being surrounds, always!
Forwards – to where?
To nowhere
The end of the video game is death
So make the video game as fantastic as possible
I want the weighted blanket of nature
Without being devoured by the mother
Undifferentiated oneness
becomes differentiated manifold
Torn between ideals
And an impulse returning to an (imagined?) wholeness
Pull yourself out of the fetal position
The man within
must hold woman, child and animal