On Being Mortal
- Lian
- Jul 28, 2019
- 1 min read
"The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities.”
~ Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus

this land a timeless palette this life a palette of time this flesh a fossil of every fleeting moment lived this womb a vessel for future kin
sometimes I press my palms
against closed eyes to see eternity dance iridescent to glimpse the totality just beyond my lids
sometimes I grieve to know I can
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