you are where you have been...
...this is true
...it is known
memories like breadcrumbs, dropped
behind us on the trail
the diet of birds and rodents, moments
of joy and travail
the objectification of time...perpetually perishing
you are what you eat...
...it is known
...this is true
gram by gram...ounce by ounce...pound by pound
molecule by molecule, the miracle of mitosis
...the weight of it all
memories are but strings of protein
spindle fibers and pulsing neurons
webs woven with peptide-bonds
washed in amino acids
the cold rush of a wraith
spring winds bite the cheek
rain pools in the dirty-street
mud-puddles, a skin of ice
ghosts melting in sunlight
memories shrouded in a fog
warped narratives worn like camouflage
a mottled-weft shuttled back...and through
threaded patterns stretched on the loom
spindle-fibers sparking
neurons catching fire
electrons repeating
in their looping circuit
strange-funny moments, twisted on the skein
patterns of self...no-self
stretched, worn and faded
worms lay their eggs
our poor cloth consumed
the moth sprouts its horns
emerging from its cocoon
meiosis...and there we are
