Nothing Exists Alone

The unnatural
Never was other
Than linguistical.

Once there was nature
Among the labels,
Then unnatural

Was easily made
Meaningful, even
Inevitable,

And nature never
Could have stood alone.
There’s an itchy world

Among the spinning
Splatter of this star,
Skinned in its twitching

Hungers, but is it
The one and only
Hunger of its kind?

It isn’t nothing,
And none of it is,
Except by naming,

Unnatural, so,
No. Lonely, maybe,
But never alone.