Attachment: Virtual Matryoshka
There are as many foreign objects
on earth as in the sky,
a paradoxical finding.
All these divisions—
space into time chambers,
time into space!
And I have come to see perfection
in all forms is divisible,
high or low, deity or dust mote,
even you,
my perfect many-in-one,
and so I have had made
this matryoshka of you,
of captured impulses
and sparks.
You inside you
and inside that
is you,
child-sized you, fingernail you,
the tiniest speck
without flaw. 