A poem I wrote in a few minutes for my Bio, that was too long

I am like a tree: though its every fiber and branch are unique, it is painfully familiar-
I am like a tree.
I am like a window: intense light or darkness reveals your form; between, beyond it. an invisible tool of illusion and truth-
I am like a tree, outside a window.
I am like an eye: the world it deciphers; truth, illusion, old, new. it cannot stop, only rest-
I am like a tree, outside a window, in your eye.
I am like the spark: a neuron fired, an idea birthed, everything discerned by the light of hot embers from a long dead star-
I am like the spark, of your eye, as it gazes through a window, at a tree.

I am like you-

Comments

[sophos]

I think it starts out kinda derivative, and I use the words "truth" and "illusion" one too many times; but, by the second half, it manages go somewhere significant.