Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Alas, I Am He

Alas, who is this face in the mirror
This stranger, whom I know not

A gentle disposition he, yet I am overcome with strife
Casually looking down and then at my adversary
I poke at him with my finger, and yet
He stares, a serene statue, flinching not

His lips begin to part, an utterance comes forth
“Don’t be afraid, man. You know who I am”
An issuance of pink rays, and phosphene images
Flood my mind, information overload

That stranger, whom I knew not, now known
Was and is that face in the mirror.

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