Lost in a mirror,
dreaming
hard hatted and holed heart,
but the reflection
dissolves away
to what I am, so scornful
of new shadows
crossing the edges of my eyes
so proud of the no things
I produce
so self deluded
I no longer
own my own face.
So in a chair I look at that man so lost in a mirror there,
but still dreaming.
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