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.
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.