Mirror Of Selves

I am in constant search
of the one
I am,
and this is how
I have come to be what already is becoming.
A reflected being,
constantly in search of that mirrored
creature, which rarely manifests itself,
as it seems to be also on a quest of its own.
Sleepless,
I shall close my eyes, open to the dark of dream.
As I awake
to the light of reality, I will emerge fast asleep.
I will come, hand in hand,
face to face, with whom I think might be
behind this cruel self of selves of
repetitive mirrors.

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Aqa Gila 04 May 2006

nice poem crystalic mirror images are very clear

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