Who We Are
Unlike most mortals,
the souls of my species
do not grow
progressively more closed
with age
Our centers
neither shrink
nor harden
Our views
do not narrow
On the contrary,
Our cores explode
Our hearts hang open
We give ourselves away
And thus our accomplishments,
like so many splintered shards of identity,
fly outward and scatter
forever irrecoverable...
forever donated to the void...
forever...