Here I am

Portions of self
Contained replica, snatches of reality
Where did I go?
Who was I?

Lore of self;
a mask of people

Re-define my space
Upload my memory
Download my life

In a beam less bottle
light less, breathless

Unmasked......

The sledgehammer of my realness feels wonderfully hefty in my hands.
I swing high,

With a great tinkling of glass,
the mirrors vaporize at my sudden assault.

And I see my face, centered, crisp, and alive,
in the gentle river of my own true identity...


at last....