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Self Portrait
I sat for my reflection
one late timeless night-
daring him to find me
with a deft black optical depth,
(all our own)
while downing amber dream
jabbering bright inconclusive garbage
never guessing he would unearth what he did;
discovering that which lay gnarled and hidden
beneath elaborate mounds of mimicry
nudging it into such livid truth
I thought no mirror could ever give back.
Eventually wordless, though glaring,
confronting a stranger I knew darkly well
and not ever to know in light,
my amber no longer victorious over visions
dredged up from depths I thought invulnerable
down the dusty years of the diligent burial of things
that hindered cozy fantasies of self
and held in a hollow shrine of careful conciet,
there was a fire:
The beginning of a voyage
anchored in proud solitudes;
a surly almost nobel arrogance
looking out over the woeful mess of a world
as if it owed me all the missing lore of life...
and I would STORM right out of time and claim it!
For years on I'd stare at his face;
at His face, a stranger I know not now
in light or dark and can discern but cannot feel;
...no fire nor remembrances of the route of the journey
that floundered midway to nowhere...
betrayed by an accident of truth.
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