Inside
the oval mirror,
the antediluvian man,

old
&
obsolete,

floats
&
swims

&
flows upstream
in

the River
of
Illusion

in
the Season of Despair
in

search
of
his real self

inside
the oval mirror

where
the water
is

foul
&
ferociously cold

like
the River Styx,
perhaps,

&
the miasma poisons
&

smothers
his shattered spirit
&

suddenly he
plummets
into

the deep
of
the dark ominous sea

destined
to
drown

&
die
an unforgiving death

in
the whirling waters
of

unreality
alone
&

bereft of his real self

but
in
a beautiful transverberation,

he lets go
&
pierces his false self

with
his heart’s yearning
&

a swirling vision
of
ecstasy

in
a
poignant moment of truth

swathed
in
silent shrieks

&
passion
&

love
&
he dies

&
is
reborn

inside
the oval mirror