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 queer 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)
Copyright © Karl Ginyard | Year Posted 2013
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