You have heard it said that you are where you have been; you are, this is true
You are, and you are what you eat: gram by gram, ounce by ounce, pound by pound
Amino acids, proteins housing memories, engram by engram
Wraiths rush past me, reflections in the dirty-glass, reaching out for me
The rainfall pools, collected in the dirty-street, ghosts jump in the light
Places I have been, the trajectory of fate—weaving memories
Warped purpose, threads patterns on the loom, spindle fibers and neurons
Electrons repeat on the skein, loop in their circuit, strange and funny
Projections of the self, shuttled forward and backward, upside down through time
Lowly little worms emerging from the cocoon, butterflies with horns
Chrysalis in the milk-weed, monarchs in the street dressed in silk, burnt orange
Soft winds returning, lilac scents my garden, warm rains after winter
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