Flecks of God

Our gazes touch.

                  Why seek otherness?

   Those flecks of gold

        in the corners of your eye
            
           are all Me, Me, Me,
 
 angelic shattered dance
                  
                  of mirror fragments,

      up fluttering moth wings

            reunited in a breeze,

  sudden inhalation

               of astonishment,

       all You, You, You,

each perception swirling

            in flecks of God.