Hall Of Mirrors

HALL OF MIRRORS

You drop the mask
What remains
Remains an image

Simply a new one
Or rather two

For it is not
As if
We share

Or not as yet
And so

Shall we go exploring?
Are you game?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on May 30, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I am. Are you? 🙂

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