SAME WORLD -> DIFFERENT MIRROR

Am I swimming up?

Or am I moving forward?

My fingers slip through

to touch that silver cord,

I ask and I kiss

but touch not the pale wisp,

of earthly delights

I too do make that wish,

twice in a moon

sweat cold this night,

woken and broken

from dawn’s forever slight,

and covered with heat

from time’s tart repast,

I break through this splash

heartbeat’s too strong – too fast,

this air makes me gasp

remember me tomorrow,

return to you this body

that hell made me borrow…