Do I want to shed a thousand skins or only one?
What can’t my eyes see that I already am?

What can this circle hold?
What can this square become?

Instant togetherness?
Perfect dilution?




There is no point rearranging jars
stored on the shelves in your mind.
Peel off their labels, unscrew their lids.
In time be willing to drop them
one by one
and see them smash on the floor.
Feel the pain as you tiptoe over the shards of glass
and out into what is freedom.