Intangible

10-1

Meliae Sapiens

My shadow resides not in mute effigy

But as a testament to phrenic collapse

I find my reflection on sidewalks and storefronts

In the grey hours that elude distinction

I stand hysterically before blank mirrors

Screaming my name in reverse

But the portrait never consolidates

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14 responses to “Intangible

  1. “I stand hysterically before blank mirrors
    Screaming my name in reverse”

    Is this a struggle with identity or your new diagnosis – or maybe both? Those lines resonate largely with me in terms of identity & being forever saddled with the feeling that I always have & will stand on the periphery of society.

    Great poetry as always!

  2. yikes. finding your reflection in sidewalks but the mirrors are empty…or unwilling to give you a true picture…the calling your name in reverse as well…

    when you say you had your identity adjusted…i am intrigued if you are willing to talk about it.

  3. “I stand hysterically before blank mirrors
    Screaming my name in reverse”

    God. That’s a startling image. You just reached in, grabbed my mind, and shook it hard with those words. Amazing!

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