Lost in the Mirror

“There’s an incessant greed to take, pushing up on me, and cornering me into dangerous edges of my capacities, aiming doubts along the black and white outlines, keeping me from inching away into different places, each fading day, softening, loosening away from time, and circling around the bottom of my head, lifting my mind in watery uprising. And me being descriptive of it, fronting my personal revelation, the intimate revolution that is cycling around my lips as I breathe into decisive space, gazing at the ghost lost in my reflection, slowly emerging in urgent reaches of my fingers, seems spastic and loud, an escape. So much definition crawls around when we dream, and our mind loses threads that connect to the puppet that is our body, accomplishing compromises, and promises. But in the end, when the sun sets, and the sky dims, something whirls and twirls and spins, I can feel it rushing in, its heartlessly inevitable, and it washes into me, an ocean of my realizations, and my identity starts to surface another time. Then I know, as I embrace the secrets and the flawed laws of myself, that there are bridges to construct, and the work that goes behind it won’t have me losing my mind, and if lost, its someplace I can find. And I can grow, and not grow blind”

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

24 thoughts on “Lost in the Mirror”

  1. Barely drew breath.

    That may be a bad prognosis of our times.

    But I know it ain’t because I recognize a Poet seen first from afar now nearing again with the flashing words.

    Who else would acknowledge personal flawed laws and hovering threats of blindness now lifting even if not evenly nor fast.

    I like the ‘heartlessly’ very much also. The gods land their gifts when and where they want to and what they are doing and not doing is not clear to mortals whose mortal laws are flawed.

    Homage, Poet.

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    1. Yes, its meant to be an homage to honesty.

      Mortal laws may be flawed, mortal execution can be perfectly imperfect, which is as close to truth and reality as possible, perhaps closer.

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  3. What can I say? I felt myself softly losing myself within your words, and I say softly because I never for a second felt I would not land on a beautifully constructed cushion. Deep and luxurious, with the details well thought about. Your words are beautiful, and the self reflection is – “heartlessly inevitable” yet hopeful all the same.

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  6. Watt, These lines I love:

    “But in the end, when the sun sets, and the sky dims, something whirls and twirls and spins, I can feel it rushing in, its heartlessly inevitable, and it washes into me, an ocean of my realizations, and my identity starts to surface another time. Then I know, as I embrace the secrets and the flawed laws of myself”

    I sense a depth of honesty within your work and your words helping us humans find that flaw and bridges to construct within ourselves.

    I’ve missed you my friend. 🙂

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  8. This one—THIS ONE—is undoubtedly the best you’ve ever written (in my picky opinion). I totally get what you’re saying! These vivid, well-constructed lines have spoken to my heart and that’s what good writing is all about.

    Your eloquent conclusion go down smooth. Like literary red wine.

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