A shadow, uncloaked

A shadow, uncloaked

Slipping to the floor,

Lost in the deep.

I’ve done it again

Without even trying

I am unhinged

Floating free.

If this were a cliff

I would be falling

Instead of watching

As the best of me

Is collated in order

Of importance.

Stored in glass

Left on a shelf above the sink

Below the mirror

Which never changes

Its position

On the wall.

Every day is the same,

Without exception.

There is danger

In willful thinking,

Magic exists between

One word and the next,

The pages are torn

Breaking the spell.

Nothing is reflected

In the order of presentation

Meaning is lost

In the interpretation of form.

I am at a loss

From the moment

I believe truth is fixed

When the opposite

Is always reflected back

At me.

Hard facts

Driving like nails

Into my flesh

I am flayed.

Stripped to the bone

Every day, from undone

To resurrection,

Normalised.

Controlling the narrative

Appeasing the gods.