Rejuvenation

 

I walked a cyclic path, from school to home and back to school,

walking by everybody and everything and keeping my head down.

Then it walked past me this day a year ago.

At first I did not know what it was because it was not

convention, something I’ve seen before.

I had to continue on my path; deviation was just not possible

for something 2-dimensional, flat,like me.

 

That which walked past me that day

was on the floor, dragging by like a string on a needle;

loosely bound to the shape it walked with.

As I stopped and stared at it, I noticed,

as I got lower and lower to the ground, the mysterious 1-dimension

got closer, and closer.

Until I touched it, and felt it mix with my own.

 

And it hit me.

 

That shadow I wanted to sow to myself like Peter Pan

and create a 3rd dimension to my lifeless, flat body.

A year passed and what I have with me is still this shadow, this rock

that walks with me whenever I go, even when it becomes dimly seen

when clouds set in over my head.

I feel like a kaleidoscope of shapes and points, because this shadow gave me a

new dimension

a rejuvenation.

Illusion

A mirror stands there for me to look into

and see the

Projection of my own self.

Break that mirror and I get a thousand different me’s, a thousand positions I can take

while my body stands still.

Breaking that mirror directs millions of light waves bouncing a thousand different ways

to produce your body in pieces.

Pieces which I know belong to me, just show a different version of the same content.

No matter how little I move, the contents of each piece of the broken mirror

move with me.

I can’t make a single motion; everything else I stand for, all the pieces, just like one,

changes with that.

Everything that does not change therefore is just illusion.

Confusion

A crack splits the room in the middle, and only after years

does the crack widen into a hole. a space. between

the two new walls lies an abyss

where my mind is.

as time goes by, the crack weathers, grows dust, but it grows wider

accumulating more dirt; hiding within it lie tiny creatures that

live within the dirt and thrive.

the crack gets torn down; it is getting filled with cement. new cement

cement that hardens instantly, forever locking in the dirt and creatures living within

breaking through this cement would destroy the surrounding

walls.

gouging holes within the cement will bring air bubbles,

bubbles to house new pockets of dirt that accumulate over time

I see the dust upon them, the bubbles upon the hardened cement,

the cement upon the dirt, upon a layer of peeling, forgotten paint.

but the crack is still there, the dust, no matter how

many layers are put on top of it.