Saturday, April 05, 2014

it begins to show itself behind mirrors
as mist becomes its background
it has a face that you do not like to see
and to avoid it
you take old pictures and read its caption
to please your heart
you do a lot of throwbacks even on Mondays

sooner the face becomes concrete and clear
and you begin to grow the fear of being alone again
that fact that when you were born you were with no one else
except your laminated skin which they with rush
go on washing
the sooner you realize that face is better
it is no stranger to you and when the day is clear
when mists are gone
when the mirror appears like the crystal sea
early morning
when the winds are still and the boats have left
you will see that that face is
yours.

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