October 28th 2008, the first snow of the year

incessant rivers of flood
drain my thoughts
from here to there
as the first fall of snow
hails down like mud my my sorrowful head

On self-esteem

If you refuse to be startled by your reflection
She will come to be and turn on you

Be forewarned, for the mirror does not forgive
inversion is what it slumbers for

Try to understand,
these days, insomnia is rampant
in the world of magic

and the best you could do
is give your mirror a break
don't worry, it's only bad luck when it's by mistake

Betrayed by perpetuity once more
she defends herself still with reason
we hear arguments when all she is saying
is that it hurts

ouch
- NO! YOU'RE WRONG

pretty but mistaken
perhaps i can show her the way
but is she worth it

...she knows it
but what can she do
in this she finds beauty
and sweeter desertion

at least one can rest in peace
knowing he won't regret the right thing
angry at her, he won't despair the world
and perhaps a tortured woman will one day
see salvation in this one man's disability
and perhaps she will be moved by his music too
as you once were

who knows, maybe at the end of the day you're wrong
in which case it wouldn't be such a trick to slash my tyres
pre-emptively

slow me down
please
slow me down please
bring me to a halt
blindfold me and turn me around
ask me to count and have me find you through your mind
across the woods and under the overpass across town in some temple of exertion

and let me find you again and again
no matter what you do, if finding you will resound the world's processes clear as crystal

is a find


she is my half
to have her
is to have

i long
and she does
tell who she sees
she is my third

wrong
she is

but only by a fraction
for she somewhat is
all that i wish
to be

the long and short of it is
that she'll never be mine
as long as i mind
endlessly seeking fragments
of this jewel she is, quite the find