Is an
Attempt at:

Self-realization
Self-destruction
Self-realization
Self­-des­truction

Death just once.

See yourself
As not yourself
Currently
In the mirror
If you have one.

Try.

Don't try.

See if I care.

Imagine
Stepping into a wind,
Taking in
Only pollution

When you
Second guess
Yourself
Your only self,
You,

You take that first voice,
The voice only
You and you only
Ever hear,
And silence it.

Wait.
Have you not heard yours?
Wait.
Are you as much a stranger to them as I?
Wait.

I'll tell you mine is:

A telling voice
A meandering voice
A voice without a reason
Chiseled by glassy experience
Glued together by a fragmented past
Melded not with
The precision of the sword
But of the chaos of love
Of an accidental death
Of a slip on the ice
Of a kiss not on the lips

The voice plays no favorites
But to its host
The voice wants to be heard
Needs to be heard
For to be heard is to be recognized
And to be recognized is to be seen
Solidifying your existence

Did we see each other today?
Surely or surely not.
Does that mean I or you or
Any eye that reads and thinks these words,
Reads these words,
Will assume I'm here

Still Here
Will be Here
Has ever been Here
At all.

What am I saying?
Poetry, prose, and words have always
Transcended life.

Syllables save your soul,
But not your body,
If you do right.

That's the catch.
That's the deal.
That's the way it is.

But, to be seen, to not be seen
To be recalled as someone else
This someone else or
The other has seen before, may
Or may not
Actually mean that we
Are all in fact here.

We unknowingly
Transport ourselves
Away from ourselves
To distance ourselves
From ourselves

Until we do something right
Until we do something too right
And aim to transport ourselves
All over again

The search is a cycle
And the cycle is our lives.

Accept it already.

I'm awaiting my transportation
My shedding of the cocoon
Will it come naturally or
Will it
Come forced?

Is there a difference?

Nature is a force of nature.

And like nature,
There is only one true kind,

Much like
Your voice.

So listen to it.

Your voice speaks
Just to you,
Only to you, though
It's funny,

And it may just be funny to me,

I wonder if my voice
Gets angry or bitter or feels betrayed
By sharing
What they
Are only supposed to share with me

To you.

Should I ask them?
Will they answer?

Voice,

Are you angry with me?

They aren't saying anything quite yet.

I'll let you know
If they
Get back to me.