Friday, July 5, 2013


A glimpse over the rim
Of myself and you
Reveals a dichotomous cordon
Glistening with difference new

I could argue that what i see
Already, within my aegis, exists
Yet when i glance, from the rim, at you
The inevitability of my deception persists

Conversely you could embody that which
I unacknowledge as mine own
In the teeth of these denials and evasions
The seeds of dispossession are sown

If what i see through you is the mirror
Wherein the returning  reflection could rejoice
In its validation of my selfhood
Then illusion is my only choice

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