I caught your face in my mirror, saw for one moment who you were.
I know what you are, and what it is that you could do, no truth could be clearer.
So I take the vain reflection and the humility it brings.
The knowledge of another’s having been seen.
I break it. For me, only.
A brute’s dismissal, a hunger for knowledge.
A letter of refusal from my current college.
A feeling so great, so terrible when it goes.
Beauty and pain, like everything we know,
Tries to make this life unbearable to me.
Speaking in lucid parables, retaining unseen truth
That was stolen in youth, for another’s bane;
How I was taught to be forgotten and I forget,
the memory of the teachings.
Heedless warnings never given,
Suspect to mourning other’s pain.
I did not see the lies, but knew the world.
Now in a jar, with the rest, where the restless are,
Those taunting me with the torment of desire to be dead,
I feel my anguish is better left written but unsaid…
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