It's a solo show.
You're on your own
and not in the know.
Myths coil around the brain
again and again.
Phantom bejeweled lovers
move stealthily
in the night,
out of sight.
Only the lonely,
easily fooled
by self and others.
Willful deception,
constantly rearranged,
but still the same
unsightly reflection.
Mirror of humanity,
all that we can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem