You are the God-made image of God
I am a flat-faced ape with an overgrown brain
You are the composed captain of your fate I
am an ocean’s bone-coral colony of specialized cells
You are identity’s animate armor striding through
time I am a superposed standing wave in a ceaseless flow
Your body is towered clay with a soul folded in My body is
a ramifying weave of energy trees and information trees
Your skin is a sheath for unregarded meat My skin
is the sail of a vessel voyaging in all directions
at once You are first person singular
I am first people singular
Tyler Strittmatter 