1000th Piece of My Self

I know I am counted I know how to count I know how to count on There is utterance of disgust There is a vein of tremor There is high and hollow sides Half of what I said Is already forgotten Half of it is on the way to erasure But whispers aside My knowledge will speak for itself My knowledge will speak for myself Even when myself powdered thinner Than the ores of iron and mines of sand Though porous side of myself Breaks now, then and there My edges are born yet again Even when the bones are shattered You, my readers , are closer to my words, than the heart of my bearing body, a 1000 times broken, shielded and shivering, count me on, switch me on, stitch my split edge window panes, time to move on my glass houses After the last sentence of my last word, will last the first utterance of my unborn silence, count me on, and 1000th piece of myself, knowing my willful word for you, Closer than my deceitful heart