Concave Mirrors Poem by Tom Billsborough

In halls of concave mirrors,
I address the essence
Of my consciousness.
May the mantras of my pulse
Delete slack substance
To locate an inner peace:
Reduce sensation
To a single point of light
A diamond sparking in the dark,
Abandoning the abstract.
Let the mind eliminate
The cool assertions of logic
And the planned response.
One note suffices.
With a constant beat
We must allow ourselves
To drift into repose
Within these halls of concave mirrors.