Unfathomable
As if he is a mirror Shiny as it looks Attractive as it cooks. The closer I move I see. My reflection speaks to me My conscience shows me. He acts like a merry-go-round But holds a storm in whorls No peace, no sound. His fist tightens at its best But, the slippery sand Can no way be possessed. The closer I move I drool. At the smile that he pastes Appears like a pastry Of an unknown taste. The layers buried within Have been put up in much haste. Locked or Puzzled? This reflection, a jigsaw. The closer I move, I observe. A grim sea. An abandoned boat. A shore ringing with silence. Loud, So loud! Something holds by reflection back Keeps it low. The closer I move, I find. The deep waters I am swimming in For how long? I do not know! To look for a clear sky To rise past the dense crowd And smear brightness On my old rack. The reflection, he is Pushing the waves of sadness Back and back. Tirelessly. ...