Inner Avatars

For I have many inner avatars
Versions that were, still persisting of me
That lived and breathed and live and breathe as parts
More dynamic than reminiscence

Each separate but joined by beating heart
That is the current of the river of me
That streams and twists as it carves course of me
Traversing inner scapes and escapes, too

Shared curiosity that’s sometimes frantic,
Little boy blue and gray, bold and frightened,
Stunned and staggered before words into words,
Stilled participating  parachuting

Of love and hurt so much as yet unsaid
As avatars caucus to make chorus