The eye is a branch never born…

The eye is a branch never born.

Being to revert becoming,

Birth, the creation of a new center,

Offspring reabsorbed.

My eye is my child,

My sense of myself,

Self as rooted, as air,

As the space between 

Always only ever being

As the space between.

The tree curves

Inside and out,

Bark to grain,

Branch to trunk,

Sapling to sapling.

Born to be

(And) born again.

My body is an eye and a seed.

I see you and plant me.

This is how.

We.

Becoming ourselves.

The eye is a branch never born.