now, i am what i see-
but never the mirror.
i am posessedby visions
and never fully grasp myself.
I can call out to the depths
within the fragments of my mind,
and always a distorted, half-truth echo
following so closely behind.
I am always a product,
A generalization to my self
but when i see my own face,
recognition is ditched.
and i am left cowering, immoble
as a hope out on a whim.

I was out of myself tonight-
never having had a notion i was low.
feeling, for a brief moment
a ghost of myself, viewing my abandoned vessel
from a perch on the ceiling.
i was left to fend, dizzy in a stupor.
I would raise my voice to speak,
but this voice cried in a tone of language
i had never heard,
let alone recognized.

Through much confusion,
I can see now, clearly,
that i had always been what i'd seen-

but i never truly saw the mirror.

06/29/2003

Posted on 06/30/2003
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