Layers of useless flesh less.
Eyes appear rounder, grasping
onto certainties once beyond
wrapping the mind around.
Those previously disappeared
now emerge with curves
to be held, layers of oneness
in harmonious balance.
The fruit of being knows
it's complete state,
neither green impalatable
nor weightiness,
falling too soon.
Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shape-shifting/
