On Being Mortal

"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