Like a child in a fortress made of sheets, I am buried layers

Turning every page, there are papers beyond my years and reach

Peeling backward- peddling to non-existance

A new mind surfaces. That which is absorbing, feeling and becoming at one time.
The ultimate perceiver, reveals ultimate truth

I have climbed trees, and many more to come
The ancient oak once seemed to grace the stars and tear into infinity
All of my time eternal

Looking in the mirror, everyday there was growth
my face morphed before me

I stood with my bare eleven year old chest, reminding myself-

This is the last time you'll look like a boy.

The moments marked by years- not, the four thousandth fifty third day there was breath

I gasp as I have, as
there was that one point where I emerged unknowingly; barely a being
Fresh behind my mother's placenta

Something simple.

Slowly my first sip, a fish in the wind

12/15/2009

Posted on 12/15/2009
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