Reading Eliot backwards helps

I read "Liminality and Self"
And discovered I was the Liminal
I read Ngugi
And I am Asham-ed
I forget which Laurence story I read
But it was me in it
Where's my mirror?
The forest is not my home

I can't unpack right now
I can see through the cracks in my hands
I am a spendthrift according to the oracle of the cracks

Coming full circle isn't round anymore
I will ask Ophelia her flowers
I know I am trying too hard
Reading Eliot backwards helps , then.