Sometimes I feel like I am living fragmented,
a piece of glass or mirror or rock that has
I am still me,
Part of me gleaming in the sun,
a shiny reflection.
Another part liable--not desirous, but capable--
of cutting you in two.
And still, part of me embedded in this spinning earth.
A treasure undiscovered.
And there is no way for me to pull myself together,
I only slip
f u r t h e r
until I am independent of me.