Within and Without

Welcome back to Poetry Monday. Hope you enjoy today’s offering.

within and without

I feel my unity,

imperfect, gaps and cracks,

holding together

for now.

I wonder to her,

conjure her of memory.

her being in me fills me out-

swells cracks tight.

I feel taught, complete,

armed and armored.

but with steel or smoked glass?

hard to discern

in the projected mirror

of self-reflection,

perception rippling its fluid surface

like birds drinking on the wing

or

fish stirring in the depths.

p. ferenczi

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