Deconstructed Self
Pieces of mind
A mapped-out jigsaw puzzle
Invisible to the eye, look behind
And you see only the world
Your head is a space
A globe, empty, dark, filled by hair
Imagined for want of anything else
A cloud of blurred strands clumped
Drop your ego
Remember the moment a mist
Sent shivers down your arms, goose
Bumps, plucked pores of cold
Mere electromagnetism
For this is no letter stowed in a bottle
Or kept in a box under descending beds
But lost to posterity in false memory
Mountain ice caps,
More than, she said, supernatural snow
How could anything be without
A moment, a creation, but I
Know beauty is time
Feel your feet upon the frosted crust
A meeting of meteorology and rock
Drifting miles apart, interminable currents
Under the spiralled sky
Of dream-time, a history, a fable
A lesson for a biological mind
Cut from carbon, endowed
With awareness
That we might be less than perfection
Unable to fly, lacking multiple brains, eyes
Short sighted except those which break
Surfaces, oceanography
Geology, biology of a forest canopy
Singing with voices, mimicry
Swarms of supremacy, bat wings
Form familial tornadoes