MIRROR
I may once have been you; I cannot say.
That reflection within you, it won't go away.
-
Of what use is all this philandering possession?
Why do you hold this God-forsaken image
so fast? It moves, I think I see, only as I
do, or in its opposite, perhaps. Really, too
confusing to even hold my interest.
Were I to exercise my choices, I'd
have them out on you - you'd be
gone like the lemon icing on
someone's classroom cake.
-
There is very little wonder to this world.
What images do appear, find their reasons,
linger awhile, and - fatefully - do disappear.
I may once have been you; I cannot say.
That reflection within you, it won't go away.
-
Of what use is all this philandering possession?
Why do you hold this God-forsaken image
so fast? It moves, I think I see, only as I
do, or in its opposite, perhaps. Really, too
confusing to even hold my interest.
Were I to exercise my choices, I'd
have them out on you - you'd be
gone like the lemon icing on
someone's classroom cake.
-
There is very little wonder to this world.
What images do appear, find their reasons,
linger awhile, and - fatefully - do disappear.
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