at long last

this is the part of me that

no one else can see

the part of me that keeps hidden away

beneath my skin

in a state of pure essence

quietly drifting in pools

of nucleic acid

this is the part of me that waits

and listens

measuring the points where my body ends

and the rest of me begins

*

this is the part of me that stays awake

while I’m sleeping,

the automatic pilot

with infrared vision,

that dwells along the contour

of my thoughts

this is the part of me that moves freely

between the real

and the unreal

assessing their equivalence

this is the part of me that can see

the things that are not there

*

and this is the part of me that is not human

the part of me that does not breathe

oxygen

nor speak any language

this is the part of me that

can remember the time before time

and knows what lies

beyond the edge of space

this is the part of me that is so solid

it has no mass,

a part vast enough to comprise the void

yet so fleet

to occupy a glance