You see yourself sitting naked on the sand
A dream and a memory in each hand
You mirror a mirage moving alone
You call out and it is gone
Stretch out your hands to the desolate land
More desolate than a wilderness of dreamless desire
The dark morning rises and the light of the mountains
Descend like doves from the sky soft like white mourning
The Word without, the famine within
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of your face
Where do you belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at you in wonder
You look through the mask only to see a stranger
You peel off your skin and enter – Nausher
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