Immutable - Poem by Patti Masterman
In the tunnel of self I'm awakened as me,
No starting nor end has this tunnel, I see;
Through labyrinth corridors, nameless in time,
I'm twisting and turning, my face just to find.
The mirrored walls cascading, surrounding my form,
They all show the same thing, not where I was born,
For there is no beginning, from here where I stand-
And no answer to riddles, of what is a man?
In the tunnel of self, we're all traveling alone,
And singing one life is the theme of each song,
And all fellow travelers, their own tunnels reside;
Each song immutable- to the one lives inside.
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