1.26.2008

Surface.


I chose this mirror.
I had a deep desire to explore
the nicks, divots, the grime
clinging to the surface.
I wanted to face its dingy dark complicated mask.
Force to sip down
sip down
Down came the rain.
Heavy, uncomfortable shift
of control.
Forced from my Alpha throne
cast in precious metals
I tarnish with plastic compassion.
That little boy...
his mission to proselytize...
is so much stronger
than my voice.

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