Fragmented

Sometimes I feel like I am living fragmented,
a piece of glass or mirror or rock that has
shattered
into pieces.

I am still me,
only scattered.

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

and

f
u
r
t
h
e
r


from myself

until I am independent of me.