Omni-Ego

My image

Through a glass 

Distorted in a trick of an eye.

Somewhere in the glass.

A faraway place

Unmade on a map.

Unknown in the words of others.

A copy of the copy staring back at the original.

Looking to speak.

What will I tell me?

Wisdom, lean forward.

Whisper gently to my forehead.

Words in the flow of the River

Caught in the rising of the moment.

Traveling beneath the ground

Weaving through eroding limestone.

Feel their ebb and flow

In the finery of words.

In the cadence of the spoken.

In the truth of the soul.

I’ll project an image

Onto this hanging sheet.

It will show the same clip

Forward, backward, unstitched in sequencing.

The audience will evaluate

It.

Give it shape and a role.

New possibilities will join the timeline.

What this is was forgotten

What this was is knowable.

Glass, shift the image when taken and 

Repositioned.

Another new life has begun,

A process of refraction.

Reflection becoming a reality.

A slight differentiation

Another opportunity.

I am me and he is I and we are the same.

And I too, will receive this name

Given to me.

I will go

Will move through one of these new worlds

To seek our destiny.