I am wrapped in winter.
I am not who I was.
I am materially different
from the yesterday me.I am a pattern of information.
I am mostly space.
I am mostly not human.
I am a crowd of symbionts,parasites, and human cells.
I am emergent.
I am an illusion.
This cold shawl.But still
the garden fills
with moonlight
and snow.
Just right – cold, crystalline and with a killer final stanza.
Wow, I love it. I love the crowd, and “This cold shawl” is awesome. It totally takes it from being all floaty and stuff and makes it something real and touchable and silver-chilly. The perfect set-up for snow and moon. And what’s even cooler is before the shawl it sounds all metaphorical but really it’s just the true facts of human biology! I love that.
I always feel I’ve received a gift when I get to read one of your poems.
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