Identification

I was trying to figure out who I was—
I asked the helix, but the re-
sult had too many answers.

My eyes empty with darkness—
they transform the void into
everything that has gone before.

I am ancient history—full
of the journeys of ancestors
through extinct forgotten lands.

My face is marked
with both my mistakes
and my surprise.

My names have been lost
and then found again, bones
unburied and then interred.

My words are hybrid forms, re-
assembling into both—the voice
of crow and the singing of stars.