I Bleed Into Creatures

I bleed into creatures,
creations,
characters, representations
of myself
caught
in the light of sudden
awareness,
one I at-a-time,

and now and then
a flock of seagulls,
now a raven's call,
a heron's easy grace,
a Pink Star Asterioidean
butterfly koi,
an electric eel,

a moonlit decadent ballroom gown,
a cave drawing in Lascaux,
fossils in a tar pit,
Krishna's devoted Gopi,
a hungry street urchin,
a grieving grandmother
dressed in solemn black,

these seasons of myself
revolve
open doors
beyond
bone-laced curtains,
windows
of infinity,

I am seamless
and with no contradictions
left to bury
I raise myself from the dead,
merge
into the tender dawn of mercy,

distinct less,
pointless

a price above rubies.