the mirror memory

it's in there, trust me...

The mirror memory Presents: a

Kaleidoscope funhouse Inside, a

Maze in Mirrors, a

Crystalline labyrinth of Jagged reflective thought

Deceptively truthful, a

Savagely beautiful Cipher, an

Illusive organization of The life

Wandering the Halls of a Wrap around Mind

Perusing pathways

Confused

Sublime

Lead astray by

Half truths and lies

Gazing deep into

Warped & distorted Reflections

Displaying life All mutable-like;

Everything the same, and Yet not, and

No way to know What really was from

What is Fiction & Fantasy

Silently, Subversively, the Walls shift,

Putting you at odds with Yourself

Getting lost All through time

Moving forward through Experience,

Relentless Happenings Every second to

Sort, label, Categorize, and File,

Each and every Precious one

The eternal upkeep;

Maintaining The apparatus,

Memorizing the Process of Memorization

Taking note of every Pathway of importance,

Leaving breadcrumbs to help Find your way

Back to Who you think you are

Not at all what you Remember

Lead astray by separate selves

Pulled in multi-directions of Time and space

Confronted by Countless folds,

Myriad versions of the same theme of “Me”

Each desperately seeking that All-important person,

Identity

In what seems a Harmless act, in

Walking these halls, Much is lost in

Translation,

Amendments and alterations Carried out right under your nose, or rather

Behind, as Hind sight sees things it didn’t see before, sees

What it wants to, what it does not in You, thus

Many mistaken memoirs are made

Unfaithful recordings Haphazardly tucked away, a

Wrongful technique So overused it Becomes a

Standard function of the System, a

Routine roulette Wheel, which only lands on

Chance encounters with the Subjective truth of what is

Real

On the wind You hear a whisper

Following you

Throughout the Convoluted Mindscape, the

Internal monologue Between your ears,

Keeping you company,

Easing, or intensifying your fears,

Dropping riddles and clues as to Who?

Shady reminders of Being, “Truth”

Disrupted by a noise, the

Noise of those Neglected ones;

Faded, broken screams

Echoing from Within

The vast Past Canyon Filing cabinet that is

Teeming with these Forgotten memories, and

Further complicated by the

Murmuring stream of Distant dreams

The closer you think

You step to the edge

The further Away

You become

Estranged, a

Stranger to your Self, as you

Try and try to Remember

What it was you once

Were, and try to Define what you are,

making Friends with unlikely fragments

Marrying the unfitting pieces in a

Bloody collage of sorts, to

Reflect upon

Warily, worriedly, wearily

Sitting on the Quaky ground of the

Frustrated Mind

Begging to be broken of the

Ignorance as to Personal identity

Baffled by the All-consuming

Subjectivity that Runs the show, wanting to

Smash it all apart, and Tear it all down, and

Demand comprehensive Understanding of the Individual, the

“Me,” now

Struck by the lightning

Realization that It is all there is, and that to

Rebel against would be so Counter productive, and so is

Resigned to Listen attentively to the thunderous Storyteller, to

Follow

The identity

Lost within

Always stuck

Playing a Forever game with

The fictive self

Being

The brunt of your own Penultimate joke

Author's Note

the breakup of the lines got all screwed up when i uploaded it...rhythm and clarity are thus a bit compromised.

Reviews

[Orthrus]

This is some deep stuff, brimming with philosophy and confusion. Every little piece is infinitely complex and open to individual interpretation and together they form a beautifully vivid maze that really tugs on the mind.