The Emptiness Real Than Ever..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i, too was surprised
i, too could not believe
that it is me, that i could be me,
but beforehand, my hands gave the
signals, that that could be me,
detached, creating a mirror to my
mirror, and i have to be just another
patient spider, watcher, and predator,

i touched the image before me,
i feel cotton, then i take a part,
it is snow dissolving in my finger,
but it is me, it will always be me

which i have always denied, spurned,
covered, and pretend to all those
who are happy with me, that there is
only one me, and no other.

at night the dreams are mushrooming
showing all the same faces of myself,
wanting water, always thirsting, and
i wake up to the horror of an empty
glass beside my table, the dreams put
it there, saying, the glass is real,
the emptiness real than ever.