What am I?
By Jane Hyphen
Am I a shadow of my former self,
or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime?
Am I dreaming, yet to wake,
and break the membrane of perceived sentience?
Do I waste my time by turning in,
when alas the final mirror of eternity awaits?
Does my mind spin with only wool,
a hemispheric yarn from which there's no escape?