Self Portrait

As I stare unblinking at this, self placing light on to the face I choose how it hits light and shadow the chaotic ions, still as I gather them up to make a record of how in a moment I sat with all of me and I was held transfixed leaving it for others to discern anything at all behind eyes that belong, somehow in a time and place, to a person this isn't true or false there is/could be transcendence maybe this weakened state where I strip layers from here to there become pigment and placement composition always parchment weight able to blow away with the breeze to be found again somewhere else still staring out questioning ephemeralism.