Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Am the World's Face

                          I  

In a thrall of mirrors I scream, 
"There's so many of me!" 
Dance and understand we are one, brethren, 
our motion orchestrated reflection. 

                         II 

Our locks fall lustrous down parallel napes.
No longer do we envy boys named James. 
Our desire unbolts doors,  
every threshold it conquers.

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