Questions of Self

Essences of my thoughts Cascade across eyelids like Galaxies resting on weathered smiles. Mouths are shackled by broken Hinges of misunderstanding; An unaware psyche. Embalmed mannequins positioned in a Ballerina's grace beckon For an answer, For tongues become entangled in Carefully chosen qualms; A mixture of fantasy and reality. Musty ears arch in hope of ascent as Questions align within a disoriented heart. Spiraling heads, delicate and powerful, Are my existence like Raindrops that become daggers inside The Hurricane's grasp. Bodies intertwine in Gravity's pull, Guiding energy to a single point; The apex of this moment, My conscious birth. Amidst infinite knowledge Through the senses of the Universe, I still don't know Who I am.