Mirror Image

On the inside, looking out.
A mirror image formed of doubt.
The double-take that seldom
makes the news. It sings the blues
within our minds even as it
vanquishes the given time of man.
Shriven of the need to know.
Shrunken in a ghostly glow.
Nameless form of distant thought.
Living in a world of draught.
Feeling everything that we deny.
Knowing all the emptiness
that lives between the starlit bliss.
For lack of touch, it shivers
in the harshness of a blizzard
lacking those emotions struck
by heart and soul. Without them
we can never become whole.
Magnetized, the light and dark
seek union born of words
that spark another round
of movement that bequeaths
unearthly burdens spent.
On the inside, looking out.
A mirror image formed of doubt.
The double-take that seldom
makes the news. It sings the blues
within our minds even as it
vanquishes all time...

? Michaelette ?

1/23/2005
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