The contours of the self

               May the words of my life I'm looking for 
            last love story. 
            The words to phrases in each of the sequences increase, 
            such as a mouse ears 
            birch in the spring position may be. 
            I am little by little the way of my life 
            last journey. 
            Today is a moment when I miss, love, 
            heart and much heat, and light. 

                  The contours of the self, they are 
                  very stretchy concept. 
                  Drape yourself in sentences, they 
                  are like wearing a toga. 
                  Without them, I'm naked, 
                  speechless, absolutely speechless. 
                  I have so many things, 
                  creative words, emotions, smells, 
                  from many different countries.