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Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 05:12:48 -0400
From: owner-sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu (by way of radhika gajjala <radhika-AT-cyberdiva.org>)
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Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 00:51:29 EDT
Subject: Re: Mirror
To: sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu
CC: Kurvanas-AT-aol.com

Mirror

mine
make me
break me
as I woke
        you
broke me
with your incessant
stoney stare

        (is an eye an I if it never blinks?)

stairs of stone
do not a pyramid make
me yours once more and I will
        cease

ascension

stereo phonic games
of silent lucidity rescended:
we play mimes

        (was that a fake
        reproduction of The Scream
        in all its primal force
        Munching away my soul?
              Or, my Medusa thought:
              fear not
              a stone cast,
              the first one thrown
              through the glass pyramid,
              enlightening
              the all seeing I -- or
              nothing to it, to us
              just a new entrance
              for my Louvreing dreams)

I have seen the masses shuffling
just beneath the surface
tension of my depths
and know the museums of memory
are stocked through their basements

an eye for an eye
through the looking glass

only I
you we
win
Narcisstic bets
in the evening streets
flooded with doubt
bone dry and wasted

time to move on

beyond true kind revelation
ancient, tired indeed
a tire, bhavachakra
in deed

great green fish
hovering beneath, ever shimmering
anatman

        not words, not images

rolling ever onwards
upwards, towards
your Sisyphean heights.


[c 2002 thomas fortenberry]


   

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