On Kai Me On Poem by Ewan Paterson

Caught in the crush
of endless reflections,
admiral of an armada
of picaresque notions
and Quixotic visions
upon a horizonless ocean
of repeating glass,
my dreams flounder
as ships on shallows
too clear to chart.

I would like to believe
that a mirrored clone of me
would have the courage to mutiny
and collapse this charade.
Demoting my existance
to a two dimensional visage.
An image of a man
of whom I am too weak willed
to typify, although sadly, I
am typical of him.

I search the returns
of each framed insecurity
for eyes to challenge mine
but I am all I see.
If he is true this new captain
will have his back to me
ignoring the pitiful imploring
that taints him with my ignominy

Thoughts. The excrement of being