courageously

I've a habit

for ones 

looking too close to themselves

the ones shaking those little 

cardboard boxes

containing perforated trays

I've a habit 

for labyrinth 

minds, despaired dreams

unpaired electrons

whizzing around

and yet,

you are still 

more mine, more us -

you are old and new

you are me and myself

yourself, and yourself

and here 

are words