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A Beast

              

When I gaze into my mirrored eyes, my mind, my soul,

What I find disturbs my unrefined essence,

The seat of my being's idiosyncratic humanity.

 

Were I to report to you that it doesn't terrify me,

I'd be a liar of the most irresponsible kind,

Assuming that truth is a moral absolute, an ethical given.

 

I confess that whatever dynamic I'm observing,

As I peer into the miasmic complexity of my dazed irises,

Is beyond my feeble capacity for insight.

 

In fact, I haven't even a quark of a visionary recognition

As to what I could possibly be registering,

Let alone why it's been left to my imagination

 

To figure out what's astir within those nebulae,

When, aiming my penpoint at blue-ruled notebook paper,

I probe deep beneath my eyes, my mind, my soul,

 

Hoping to put to rest that vexing existential question

Of my evanescent essence,

Arrest the specter of a beast gazing back at me.

 

 

 

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