There are layers upon layers to existence.
Like undercurrents in an ocean
One layer may never know
The curse of your absence;
While another may rage
In anguish of parting to eternity.
In an eternal whirlpool
Cascading waves of homesickness
Crash at foreign shores.
A spiralling vortex of debris
Settles on the ocean floor.
Like rings in a tree trunk
The ages have frozen in time
Compressed in irreducible circles.
I am all the people I once was.
I am all the people I yearn to be.
I am not one but numberless.
I am swarming multitudes.
I am everyone and no one at all.
A miracle, I am the greatest Divine wonder.
I am Elysium and Inferno writhed in one.
I am the longings of Eden's extradites.
I am the shrieks of Seventh Circle of Hell.
I am Satan's nefarious commissary.
I am God's finest attorney.
I am that I ever have been.
I am all that I ever have borne.
I carry them all within
My sprawling bureau of dejected selves:
Profiles tailored to please,
Consumed and spent and shelved
Without tribute.
All of them breathe within me;
Some loud, some still gasping
From the last abandonment.
So tell me who
You came looking for today?
Or could it be?
There never was, the shade in me
You sought to such mad fatigue?
While I spread out self after self
Beneath your scouring feet?
