“ Reflection ” ~ of man in decline ~

 

I look thru panes

In timeless settings,

Of windows framed

In their reflection,   

By spirits fashioned

Of unworldly landscapes…

 

There I detect

A man, tho but a spec,

Reflects in decline

A wary face

That could be mine…

 

As I look o’er

Thru delusory panes,

I can now see

That empty face,

Of wanting features

Be man’s reflection,

All but erased!

“ The Search ” ~ for who I be ~

 

Need I pursue

This search

For therein who,

Assume I be,

Thus when in fact

Said a reflection

Of what I see…

 

Must I so find

A valid line,

That reaches

Neath the outer

Of my being,

Hence to explain

Be but thin gain…

 

Shall I then fix

To understand

What purpose

So commands,

This searching

For the real me,

Tho assumed be

The whom ye see

Be so of held validity!