There are layers

There are layers

So much of what we are

Lies hidden

Beneath the skin

Which is in itself very thin

A mere membrane

To keep everything in

Without the bones

We would collapse

Mutually dependent

Humans and bacteria

Co-existing

Which one is the parasite

Are life forms

Ever truly independent

Perhaps nothing

We do or can become

Is done alone

There must be a way

To remain interconnected

Without a phone

If there is no singular

Then we are all individuated

In some other way

Defined by thought

How do we know

Which one is ours

When so many random

Happenings intrude

Into our abstractions

Perhaps right from the start

None of the strings

Were attached

To the heart

Follow the thread

It is a theory

But who can you trust

With an answer

To the question

Of a definitive proof of life

Whether on the inside

Or the outside

Of your head.