A Million Lifetimes Come Undone

The illusion of one

Photo by Nijwam Swargiary on Unsplash

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (51)

I am a million lifetimes come undone —
roll them up again and you will find one.
A mysterious existence, posturing as solitary truth —
but I know beneath this slippery surface,
I contain…