In the Mirror

See the threads and shreds and strands
that coalesce out of the shadow-lands of being:
streaming into, breeding bodily capacities –
random chances massing into form;
glance at the enigma of your eyes and hands:
this build-up to a warm and human viability –
with its inevitable liability: vulnerable – visceral:

ephemera which trick your vision into registering
symmetry and outline from the swarm –
the threads and shreds and strands that weave
and melt into a course of sieving this, retaining
that, exacting strategies for taking, giving –
this force that you call living. Regard this blessèd
and exquisite mesh – this conscious flesh.





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