i studied myself
In the cutting, cold light of
One thousand mirrors
Picked apart my words
Dissected every action
Fragments and splinters
Unfolded, untied
‘Till, open on the table,
all of i– my Self.
Step back. Examine
These immortal scraps– heartCore.
Stirred with fallen seeds.
Houses divided
Searching, aching, homesick shards
i’ve almost grasped it
As i turn each piece
It falls open and open
Unfurling, undone.
All i hoped to know
Multiplies into myst’ries
Knowledge fetched shadows
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