We move through our lives,
collect versions of ourselves,
the shining self,
the secret self,
the self thrust upon us.
We move through our lives,
float through a parted veil,
march resolute,
flee into a no man’s land.
We moves through our lives,
shape shifters slip over borders,
amnesiacs lost in our own fog
amputees, limbs intact
Our phantom selves throb,
and remember.
