And I am trapped, with no way out
Of my mirror, itís crippled into my face Ė
Just take the shard and slide it lightly
my neck and wrists.
Watch how the life lines
Pulse into the summer wind that only issued
One drop to hit the darkened figure
Of an age-old sage, he knew much more
And didnít tell, because though knowing one
And not knowing the other,
Discerning differences into the night:
The tragic dissonance of an acquired freedom.