Attachment: Virtual Matryoshka

There are as many foreign objects

on earth as in the sky,

a paradoxical finding.

All these divisions—

space into time chambers,

time into space!

And I have come to see perfection

in all forms is divisible,

high or low, deity or dust mote,

even you,

my perfect many-in-one,

and so I have had made

this matryoshka of you,

of captured impulses

and sparks.

You inside you

and inside that

is you,

child-sized you, fingernail you,

the tiniest speck

without flaw.