Freud's Mirror
Freud’s mirror
I am looking at myself in Freud’s mirror
The reflection is not of a white haired bearded sage
But of a falling face of middle age
My face in his mirror
When he saw himself there – did he see the id?
Or was it the repressive super-ego?
A stained old mirror-
Did he shave there?
Or did he just mark time?
Who needs a clock or a calendar to denote its passing-
When all you need do is go to the Bergstrasse
And see yourself in Freud’s mirror?
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