Microcosms (and dandruff)

Within the least lay lesser, still
slighter repetitons;
infinitesmal patterns.
Is any particle of a rose not a rose?
is the dandruff on the floor, the bedsheet,
is this anything other than me?
And is a single letter,
devoid of context, rhyme, function,
is a single letter not mere fine-tuned dandruff,
shaped by, and shed from,
an endless sea of scalps?

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  1. I love the poignant imagery in this poem, Wolf! The verse ”an endless sea of scalps” made me shiver with reverence… The power of your verse never ceases to amaze me!👏

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