Mirrors

I see god multiplied a trillion times
Each time I look into the mirror

Each word grinds against each man’s knowing
Until each man’s doings reflect me

I see skies that reflect the brilliance of each man’s mind
Clouds that rain the tears of each mans eyes

Salty rivers that flow between the shores of each mans sighs
Mimicking the tears I cry

Each man that died left pieces of me
That consolidate and coincide with my own memories

So I am history made flesh and stuck on repeat
I am death made life supernatural energy

I am shallow made depth unnaturally deep
Breathless he died but some how I am he

“So breathe,” I tell myself as he watches me behind the glass
“Please!” Pleads my ghost for he wants to pass

Like time and like tide, like seasons that last
From the first to the grave, future to past

My thought be computer that crashed like Phoenix to ash
Rebooted new user repeated new data gets keyed then deleted

Never new but rehashed

Reverse then rebirth we regurgitate lies
We rehearse for the hearse as we act out our lives

Rewind then revise, restructured design
Reconstructed from minds that exist throughout time

Was I born when my father released in her thighs
Or when his father danced with grandmother and died

Melted to death in the pool of her eyes

*This is the original version of Mirrors Redux*

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