Myself

Myself

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.

On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: ,
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