Conference of my reflections

Imagine a navy of me, setting sail
on the sea of all my selves, satellites
ahoy as we try to find new personas,

undiscovered horizons – and behind
them, the true diving-bell-bottomed
depths that might make us out as

real. But no. So instead we tack back,
to tesselate the cargo that is our lives –
the ones we could have lived, the ones

we have, the ones we will. Reflected
or not, we will always remember the
beauty.