reflective encounters with the gods within me,
throbbing, unsettling, guarded and unfree.
in contrast with my physical self,
passive, organized, wanting to break free.

mesmerized by the myriad realizations,
mortified by the abruptness of circumstances.

with each passing display, i struggle to get a grip.
to feast on it, without a single blink.
guarding my unshed tears,
and even the watery glints of,
a smile that has been.

there, the weakness defeats me.
the human frailties encompasses much,
of the totality of what and who i am.

i try to grip some of what's left,
but then, nothing eked out.
finally, i'm on the brink.

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