For somehow losing a part of yourself,
Is not a mind's party,
Which makes my own mind twirl with vertigo,
'Cause I don't even know,
Where my body ends and the world begins,
So can pieces of me be said to go?
Maybe what losing teeth should really mean,
Is forging a new bond,
Meshing somehow with the environment,
In a way yet not found.
We are all one,
From toes up to the teeth,
Expressing reality's potential,
Whether in waking or just in our dreams.