Why does everything have to be invisible?
Why can’t it just stand there and speak?
Why does one thing have to resemble
something I’ve already seen?
That’s how it was when I first met you.
A beauty I’d see everywhere.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see.
At least how I wanted to.
It must be. No it never was.
I made a fool of myself.
Can’t even remember what I did.
What did you do yourself?
Obvious questions. You’d think by now
I would have figured out some of them.
But they’re floating away, if they ever were.
Let’s see. Look in that mirror and tell me.
You’re made of glass. So kiss my ask.
Nothing’s there beside me.
But someone was and now’s not.
That’s extraordinary!
Now I go to the loop and look inside.
That’s it. See how it fits.
Stand on your tippytoes and swing.
This is it! This is it!! This is it!!!
That’s not much to think about.
Yes, that’s it. You’re not a thing.
That thing in the mirror’s not you!
Swing now. Let it swing!
Wait a minute. You’re playing God!
You’ve lynched yourself in the mirror!
Oh my. What a goof.
I told you nothing is real!