Jan Hauck

Rookie - 35 Points (June 1,1978)

Schizocreative - Poem by Jan Hauck

I pause and look and see the mirror's eyes
A cell that grows by splitting off a twin,
My mind dissects this self with all its lies,
The distillation of its birth and kin
With only one intention, to refine
Through fire, struggle to create a choice,
With words that are not often, rarely mine,
Yet might that mirror's sound reflect my voice.

But after splitting and creating are 
Accomplished to the pain of the result,
With discipline keep heart and mind ajar,
Lest inspiration forced you to exult.
Exposing self and what it costs to see
Cannot a source of true contentment be.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

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