Years contain bubbles of experiences
each one contains the same sets of reason
each with new changes as they track
the reductions you are going through
each age earnestly prospecting
the dignity of the next
the crisis that the future holds
all you hope for
awake and trembling in the cold
climb through the bricks
the cliff faces turned away
flasks secure and behind you
ribbons of betrayal evaporate behind you
the air evolves
China teeth clenched down
loaning versions of yourself
to the mirror
between specks of dust
and the weeping artifacts
you stand alone and still
sharing space with another self