nathan lyle

June 16, 2015

We're all broken mirrors,
held together by hopes and fears and
all the stumbling momentum given us at birth.
But just once when I'm reflecting
on the jagged cracks that I'm detecting,
I wish that I could fly above this tiny earth.
Out between the burning stars,
I imagine a place that falls so far
from all the dominoes that tumble in my path...
and in that place I'd find
the missing fragments of my mind,
fused together with knowledge deeper than I've had.