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The Dreamer


Turning
to look through the mirror to see
Whether or not
I still look like me


I see
with my eyes, that there in my place
Grinning, I stand
with black cloth on my face.


Singing
I spin with my heart in my ears
To see who it is
that mirrors my fears


I scream
as behind me
Of terrible vision
I, alien, find me
in horrible fission.


I am
but he's me
And each of us knows
That sometimes I'm not
and sometimes he goes.


Dreamer
sleeps within me now
Or sleeper dreams
I don't know how.


But days
I wake to find his trace
In memories of
the mirror's face.



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Robert G. Brown 2007-03-21