Just Seeing

©  Steve King

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When I peer into my eyes

the world is looking back-wards:

just reflection,

no perspective view

to shape all things

convergent to a one.

When I look into my eyes—

mirrors within mirror—

some unreachable other

signals back the flip side of my meanings,

hovering just beneath the gloss,

caught in near reality

that shall never truly come to pass.

Lost in a mirage of seeing,

faces that may never look beyond;

I cannot fathom what the mirror knows —

I cannot wonder from behind the glass,

can never hope to find myself by looking,

the way that I would gladly spy

a misplaced wallet

or a ring of keys.

Playing the charade,

I turn quickly from the frame

before the other knows to look away,

and leave that presence lingering,

captive in a growing horde

of disappointed shades—

‘til I shall try again

to find that certain vision,

still wondering in those uncertain moments

why nothing of that kind comes ready made.


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