No mirror

Beyond some pain and distress 

Lies a world of unending sorrow 

So profound, 

So inlaid, it comes with music. 

One never gets accustomed 

Instead it becomes your ordinarity, 

Your own,embedded, singularity. 

No matter the size, independent of shape

And not to be confounded with any kind of fate, 

Never seen in a venetian mirror, 

Never found in psychotherapy profile, 

Only dark, sad, many times vile. 

A twisted multitude of wicked dimensions. 

A conjured palimpsest of frustrated ascensions. 

Evil fallen into the inner child, unprotected and ludicrous.