A Surprise Upon Awakening
I woke up
and in the mirror,
saw a stranger--
a face not mine,
but like my own.
So I wondered:
Am I mad now?
But no...
if you think you're insane,
you're not--
the mind's own Catch-22.
Still...
why did this face seem
to belong to another?
I sensed my soul at work:
not quite done with its
nightly dream-making,
weaving entire worlds
from strands of memory--
bits of ego--
clouds of imagination.
My soul was seeing my flesh
as it really exists-- merely a
convenient container designed
to navigate life and this world
of the temporary,
the fleeting,
the lessening shadows.
And so my immortal part
gave its living doppelganger
a great and wondrous gift:
This is what you really are
as flesh and bone--
a waxen mold,
a vanity,
almost an illusion ....
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