There are to many layers

Locks to long
brown with only
a hint of grays to come;
I tell the young lady
please buzz it all off
and make it one
size fits all.

Sandpaper bristles
scrape against
all my grains.
I shave it to find
a familiar face

Water washes away
the filth of
a long work day
but my face
does not betray
the truth
of who I am
or was.

I peel back the years
one wrinkle at a time
as the red lines
recede from my corneas,
as tan becomes pale
and winter pale
breaks down to
summer bronzes.

The weight rises
and recedes
more frequently
then I care to admit
as I struggle to get
back to the core of it.

I shrink,
an implosion of sorts.
Losing memories,
losing words,
losing time,
As I struggle to find
the essence of me.

I go back to the zygote
then split that
and watch those halves
retreating.

As two human beings
Go from needing
to never meeting.

Then back to
the primordial ooze
that glowing goo
that ungrew
to undue
protein patterns.

Then space dust becomes
the unbanging
never attaining
the pure essence.
There is more
but it is a journey
of eternal regressions
that never finds
an end in my mind.