About Face
The mirror calling deepest
is the one that you avoid
Images run left then right
your back turned paranoid
Unwillingness to turn around
in fear of what you’ll see
Illusion as your proffered choice
—reflection waits unseen
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
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