The soul within, smooth, reflective curve
glossy with the sheen of old smokes;
Something about the light, he said
There is a wild piece of it in the dark.
It winks in the corner of the mirror,
an absent flame, the memory of a flame
whiskered by the haze.
Reaching out to touch it you feel
first the illusion, then the fingertips finally
the smooth cold feel of the mirror
asking which is real.
It’s over, the light show,
Peace and love
take your pick which is
only a curve reflecting forward,
which some piece of light
kindling the backward glancing eye
slightly revised August 2011
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