"The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities.”
~ Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus
this land a timeless palette this life a palette of time this flesh a fossil of every fleeting moment lived this womb a vessel for future kin
sometimes I press my palms
against closed eyes to see eternity dance iridescent to glimpse the totality just beyond my lids
sometimes I grieve to know I can