embryo

without a past
or a future,
the embryo is
everything

without a label,
the embryo is
what?

is abortion possible?
miscarriage?
full term, what's that?

is there really a difference
between embryo and old  man--
under a microscope?
are the atoms really different,
the space between?

the stuff,
the consciousness,
the image is made of?

my dear sweet friend,
transparent,
fleeting thought,
but an image

wherefore art thou, Romeo?
oh Romeo, oh Romeo...
at last!
just an image
planted "so long ago", hah!--
that would be now, too

what am "i", too,
but a masquerade?

all of it
and none of it

sweet lovers,
Love plays a game...
She looks like a tree,
She looks like a girl,
She looks like a squirrel,
She looks like a two ton truck,
a building 26 stories high,
a cawing crow,
a flock of geese,
the whistling wind,
the bell chimes,
and even the alarm clock going off at 6am.

i see why She calls it a song,
why He called it the Song of My Self,

what a sweet persimmon to slip in my ear

juice
is sweet and sticky

i see why
i can love "me"

no future,
no past,
not even
now...now...now...