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