To make it here means to push the soul
to the side, be buried alive,
willingly enslaved to something future.
We’ve made it, you and I,
we’re so fortunate to be able to put away
our lives somewhere to never be used
except in the case of a dream
or a nightmare.
This fear we have is of
each other, our own skin
surrounding us, not quite there
where we need it to be,
away and safe, secured against