Mirror ( It’s Not Fear But Magic)

Life be damned, all that shit’bout
Lessons n such
Freedom of thought and truths
Reign higher than analogies.
Tired of cliché’s, tired of sayings
And all told honest realism.
End of a sentence comes a lesson.
Each one set aside like memories
Yet much more tangible.
Real to the touch, sharp and bleeding
Soft in favor, of happier times.
Lessons pass like dreamscape clouds;
Only the brightest remain.
If only I could turn the open pages
Back like that to see the truth.
Hold them fast, close and real;
Mind’s paintings never to be forgotten.
Smear the colors how I like, comfortable, familiar.
It’s reliable and safe;
Even though opened lights revile a mirror
Into my eyes, into the place
That I thought was safe.
It’s not.
Facing what’s inside
the box brings deep sudden breaths of Fear.
Truths cascade over tongues so easily
When the sayer is the only one
who really wishes they where true.
Sad place of disappointment, place of isolation;
But
It’s the place where the real things shine,
Where after all the blank pages are turned,
There is place of mind and soul
That unites, and only when all my reals are dead,
Do I look for the unreal
The unexplainable, the
Magic.
And there they are …..inside me all the while.
All
The answers.

07-20-04

S.A Mogollon

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