Poem: Stare

 

Stare

 

obsessed with what i cannot be,

stretched into reflections that extend to the next,

so small and dimmer, dimmer so small,

farther from the light. 

 

up front they dazzle, curves and twists,

glimpses of possible coins and flourishes, 

this fancy dance that people praise,

sunlight tripping on a surface.

 

yet it shatters into sobs,

sharp enough to reach the core,

the very pith of the sun of myself,

all these broken pieces of me.

i wish i could arrange them,

straighten the winding spirals of paths,

forge a bridge over the murky depths,

to reap treasures of glittering infinity--

no getting lost, no false dreams,

or sinking below the surface,

to reach what i am.

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12/29/23 ... some key changes, a few words

10/22 ... fixed typos

10/18  "coins" replaces "coin"

10/17 ... lots and lots of mods, new poem basically

Inspired by opposing two mirrors.

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Job cut back, still on crutches, not sure how to pay for heat and stuff in January