i walk through myself <br />the stripe glass ferns <br />that jut out like blades <br />cut me in so many ways <br />the cakes, the chickens, <br />the birds in the trees that chirp, <br />tinkle the piano of my heart <br />calming my fractured nerves <br />i walk through myself <br />the insects, crickets that shrill <br />echo my emptiness, the universe <br />i walk through myself <br />to discover that what i see <br />what all homo sapiens say i see <br />are not what i see <br />but a part of myself <br />logged in the world <br />what i see in the mirror <br />in the field, in the river, the sky <br />are myself unlimited <br />and the stars, the moons, the planets <br />far far away, they are in me <br />waiting to be explored <br />as i close my eye <br />a blackhole boundless as i am <br />i walk through myself <br />to find myself in the dark <br />looking at myself in the trees, the fish, <br />anything that i dont see <br />reveals another's existence <br />oh god, give me that dimension too <br />you are hiding from us <br />in the light, in the dark <br />right in front of our eyes <br />so many things we see <br />through your sights <br />teaching me about my own identity <br />this body a sensory bundle to see myself <br />the real me lying everywhere<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-through-myself/
