Outside

OUTSIDE Sun awakens from its sleep  stillness of the day uninterrupted morning rituals call hold to momentary pause. The mirror speaks, an epiphany. Its quintessence brought forth so true prior existence but a dream, deep unconscious. Such ***** speech proclaimed; Othelo’s troubles yet persist this dread now orbits secret self. Two reflections to bare, one more true than real, incorruptible authenticity. The other, searching for hope deferred Doused with water from dry wells that reflection now mutated for society’s dictums  bare da Vinci’s vitruvian man now lost. Ellison’s Invisible Man transmogrified from progeny to enigma  Outside, dichotomy of self-serving expectations to universal being more paradoxical calling to a barren soul. Oh, only to denude my camouflaged existence for a day If the screen were one shade of grey would for a day, just to live all grey Tony Ginyard (c)