Myself

Post date: Feb 27, 2016 8:48:05 PM

I see myself as a snowflake,

unique, with my own design,

my own landing pattern,

as I gently fall to the ground.

I see myself as a chinese box

with faces within faces within

my own changing face.

My brother, my mother, my father

all in the puzzle, all known souls

all exist in a blink of my eye,

or the purse of my mouth.

I see myself as a mimosa seed

the twisting kaleidoscope shield;

I, alone, descended somehow collectively,

born of angles who come angels who come to see,

who fell and emerged,

who filled my first breath.