Imago - Galahad

Like a jigsaw, our inheritance builds us, moulds us

As individuals, hybrids, mongrels

Never quite perfect, but perfect in our own way

We are different from our kin, though parts of us are the same

There is a part of me that is my ancestry

Therefore am I not free, am I unique?

I am imago

We are imago

We are all imago

Imago

We carry traits of our relatives

Through generations of gradual change

We carry on the order natural chaos that binds us

In to living, breathing human or not so human beings

But our legacy, offspring keeps us searching through tinted eyes

There is a part of me that is my ancestry

Therefore am I not free, am I unique?

I am imago

We are imago

We are all imago

Imago

I am imago

We are imago

We are all imago

Imago