Like army ants
An all-consuming fire
Fractured sentiments
Waned and waning
Consistently destroyed
And rebuilt in sections
On holy ground
Fragments remain
Woven into the fabric
Of a brilliant star
Gracing me with light
Distorted by perspective
Yet rooted in pain
Until I cease to feel
And begin seeing
And begin seeing.
Sam
oh. that’s lovely. what do you see?
I see you.
I see you, the reader, reflected in the poetry.