Ways of Living Iv

not sure what time of day it is any longer---not sure which self to act with these days---not sure which part of this individual is broken up into the most pieces, but each piece seems to evolve quickly into a different person for each occasion, like a light switch that comes on & off, like a line of lips that bounces up & down from smile to frown, with different hairstyles, with different looks, with the ability to leave this world for a while, with the ability to find a way coasting along the wave of all these discombobulated selves, that make sense only in the reflection of a mirror that has already been smashed on the ground, flushed out into scattered jagged bits.