mirror mirror

As I look in the mirror, I see its offer
I was he, a fearer to the hook’s suffer
I pondered into a past not dealt, I felt
At last I wondered into a boy of a cloy

Who played… forgetting the passing
Who alone conveyed letting & asking
I saw to find… ‘time come as revenge’
In awe rewind my poem to rearrange

Remembering a past, meaning to ask
It seems a pageant, it says: “imagine”
Screams are urgent & get no reaction
So happy not to let a memory faction

© Ricardo Sexton