beautiful mess

I am in infant-time
and still lost in the fog of birth
while journeying five and light
in a bliss of oblivion
and am also 12 and burning
in a new fire raging inside
giving new sight while losing old
blind to the past but seeing
a million years ahead
as I am 25 and around the world
with a mind for a camera
to capture desert and RKO
on the same inside hard-drive

all of these and me in the now
is who I am all the time
waiting at the window to welcome
the many me’s journeying
toward my door

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