can't figure out how to end this...but i wanted to give it some air and see how it sounded...
my past lives flash before my eyes
in the middle of the serengeti
watching lions and zebras walk by
under an impossibly brilliant blue sky
and knowing precisely
who i am...
it's the memory of a lover long gone
children i don't remember having
habits i pick up for an hour...or a day...
some glimmer of my current self
i think of as useless or
reminding me that
without those selves
i couldn't be who i am
speak the stories i hear
dream the same dreams or
wield the same power...