Sunday, October 2, 2022

I see you



Standing outside

Myself

lately, recognizing

point of view

can only be one at a time


I'm in shock, some suggest, surreal, soberly,

listening too much watching

another image 

Of I-not noticing

She is seen. 


Startling

fear of beginnings

bearing endings 

there can be no time

to reflect. 



Painting by Grigory Soroka, 'Reflection in the mirror'c. 1850 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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