Reflection

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    Reflection

    A mirror opened out my picture
    in a cool morning
    reflected out the time that has started once rolling,
    time that rattles now like a poisonous snake,
    time that has made wrinkles on the bed cover my evening skin,
    time that make my sex turned to words,
    time that is reflecting me still on,
    the geography of the school atlas,
    reflecting the reflections of the
    non-reflected burial of an identity,

    The mirror reflected me towards the dark room
    where I as a hazy invisible entity
    an unrecognized me.
    (to Linda)

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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