Perceiving the image of myself in the
pool, windowed ceiling my mirror into my
peace, I wonder about the angles in which
personally I see myself. It’s sad I start with
punishment. I’m fat upon the ripples
perculating in chlorine and mustard light,
push to change the train of thought, new
point of view to consider, my fat
provides the buoyancy to float and
perfectly see the stars. Mind in motion
perpetuates negative self reflection, but
practice in the shift to positive will see me
peering within a self as glorious as the
pulsating stars reflected in my eyes.