Mangled

Your frame is found on the tiles of ceramist through time 

You don't care

That you intrude and intrigue past your vessel

That you might be the reborn of those who have passed

Because How would you make it to a bathroom

Your form so small

You are not fast like a spider,

Nor quick as a fly

You are slow

Slow and unbelonging in this home

In this Life, though that may be cruel of me

But you don't care, you move Inch by Inch

Perhaps you've transcended outside and in

That you just popped into existence

And history and knowledge is transcending into you

That if you cry, stars might fall out of them 

Or possibly this is not the first bathroom you have seen

That you visit people in the most intimate place, through time and space

At their most intimate moments

To  just watch, to distract past pain

To study, I’m not sure

In my mind, you have been shifted and mangled 

Evolved past our first meeting, 

A false version, an obsession 

I close my eyes and enlargen you past the universe

You become translucent with the sky 

To be something that you are not

But to become that you are