Odyshape

I see what I wish to become
on transparent slivers
laid out on a bright lit screen
as I live
a sliver is placed on top
with each sliver
a new illusion is created
a vision emerges;
a hollow satisfaction
of my creative thirst
I believe I am maturing

As the slivers accumulate
squinting for a new vision
becomes a hopeless effort
every new sliver holds back
too much light
and creates to much distortion

who the hell am I
and the where the hell am I going

I just want to remember what
I saw first
but against all my efforts
the slivers only begin to pile