as midnight rises
as you teeter,
transcend -
those solid walls
falter and bend.
the face reflected felt forever;
like the only truth -
you thought who you saw
was the only You.
with ageless innocence,
softness,
grandiose pursuits -
a seemingly stable existence in youth.
now minutes,
miles,
marks -
they are staining the glass.
what i understood as my present
has now become my past.
fine lines have crept into my eyes,
as i wander
with pace
towards Real Midnight's demise.
i wonder with them all -
where the darkness will lead,
as time reproduces with its endless seeds.
though here i stand, Now.
that eternal moment, i believed was transfixed;
living in these bones,
from birth to stone,
until my light flicks.
while i study the mantra i call Myself,
the glass echoes lies -
of changing color, height, and
always,
Time.
i am not mine - there is no Me.
i'm a momentary reflection,
that even i cannot see.
12/17/2018
