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.

And still Unable, unaware

Of the distance to be covered.

For what my reflection seeks for

Is unfathomable.