name one

life's precious.
only one life,
involving one self,
life's precious.

i am the synthesis of a thousand selves thieving over
endearing emotion, continuing my motion: i am a
demon, a jackal, builder of the Lord's tabernacle,
an angel, a ray of truth, a lingering appeasing lie,
the eyes and ears of God, hands and mouth of Baal,
the sacrificer, the pragmatist, the belletrist,
peacemaker, heartbraker, forsaker, giver,
taker.

parts make wholes, parts make wholes, parts make
wholes!

name one self that concludes your self
name one moment that ends your life
name one, name one, name one,
and each listed as a dismay, never describing perfectly,
accurately, precisely
what the fuck is
going on
for all parts allude to a Whole
not yet
realized
for our awareness is only
tracing our souls in flight,
and when it finds our Self
still, there is
nothing
left
to
see.