Angles
(of me: are you:: of you: are me)
Lest we forget how fragile we are, how delicate the web of this life
is, (lest i forget) how connected and beautiful and
strange: i wake up to find that i am the eyes the hands
and the laptop keypad of this World.
Now is the only moment that's real
even now, this now, your now as you read and you think and you feel
listen and remember you are beautiful
star among stars, a stranger, another me still,
our being ourselves reflections more -- perfect -- than this ---
nothing real can be threatened; Nothing unreal exists.
