Witnessing the spine of a memory
Trickling down my cheek like a tear,
That unholiest of lines ever drawn
Split through my face like a crack in the ice
Under a warm December Moon.
So shattering the cold, so shattered my face—
I fell apart like a puzzle never again to unite.

I gazed into myself,
The spiraling coils
Of mind and meat.
I treaded the halls
Of mirrors and flesh,
Furnished with the madness
Of cellular religion.

And watching my shadow watching itself
In the lap dissolve of the Great Resolve,
The after-thought of a happenstance twice forgotten,
I am reunited with a reminder by this pang
Of what it feels like to become Memory