Lost in Patterns and Reflections


which me am i
the dream? the dreamer?
smiling at the camera
or hiding my face
wearing the weight
of too many years
sad stories and broken hearts

am i the time-keeper?
the game-master?
or just another pawn
the lover? the scold?
all me, the camera too
captor and captured
depending on your point of view

which me am i
when you say you love me
and who answers
for all of us
this hologram shattered
but me here in every piece
life repeating, endless branching

am i the fractured self
self-similar? still whole?
a fractal in a hologram
i’ll never understand the math


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