SHARDS

I live around the biological me, skipping from one view point into another, for it's the way into each shard of life which makes me what I shall never know; For to know myself, I first would have to learn an infinity of selves, each but a second, a moment, a page, a day, a year from my whole; As long as I dwell into this biological life span, impossible to reach into the alleys of me, since I am but an universe, a planet, a nation, a city, a street, a house; It must be so, since all these partake into the making of the biological structure which all other biologicals or animals define as a being either part or not making the herd of this instant;

A fish fell from the skies upon my tin roof, plastic sheeting incised into my concrete wall and then, one awfully quiet summer day made me paint the whole of its 24' into another fish;

Then, why did I take a picture of each? the real dead fish, because I had to 'paint' it today, and the wall; winter sprinkled it with evanescence amplified

Timeless