Paper
I am what I meet in
My mirror; a reflection
Of perception, an idea
That’s me. I am a bunch
Of parts, named like
Constellations of stars
Real enough but labels all
The same. I am me and this;
Fleshy bipedal creature
That snorts and dozes and
Walks and talks and wonders
About, well everything.
I am a legacy of things gone
Before; the result of aeons
Of complex activity, of which
I am ignorant. I am what comes
Before things that will happen
Of which I am ignorant. I am a
Paper boat, riding a stream
Catching glimpses of dreams
That pass me by as I soak it
Up so much that I dissolve
And finally die!
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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