100 words: Who We Are

A collection
of intense electric impulses,
washes of hormones
within a body that cannot fully encapsulate
a mind left breathless
by both touch and wonder,
left stunned
by both beauty and horror.

Moments of decision,
moments of indecision;
moments of action,
moments of reaction.

A summation:
dreams,
thoughts,
hopes,
fears.

Intangible and ever-changing,
a whorl of expanding spirit
housed in collapsing flesh,
never meant to leave much of a mark
so much as be marked by
a world in which we go chiefly unnoticed,

as ephemeral and gleaming
as a single mote
on a butterfly’s wing,

and also as tiny.

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