y books are my mind
spilled out in pages
scattered across shelves
i am sifting through my ancestors
the sacred and profane
remembering and forgetting
i am becoming
my path is a line of green
highlit fire
I am a thousand flames
words
called forth
from the black ink
to think
is to divide:
each letter
infinitesimally smaller:
the beating of a heart
god
i love the fire
pressed through me
called forth by the word
into difference
yes i am
fractal
infinitely recursing
into flaming colors
books within books
are written
as my soul exults
in the infinity
of spaces
between words