[Poem started in a cafe from 2019. Shot above from local town of Bowral here in southern highlands. Shot below I took in main street of Katoomba, Blue Mountains.]
Through the Mirror
All these people here through this café window, walking
their diverse choreographies of muscle tension
I feel in what I call my body, embodied stories of lived experience processed
through veils of mind
that is a mystery, translucent windy tip of the dark procreant urge,
great drive and dance to know, create and be
So many fine variations on how to be, so many cellular starflesh symphonies
within symphonies, fleeting living
metaphors of desire, fear, boredom, joy within the great authorless Poem of being
unborn, undying, unknown,
breathing mirror-masks I bow to before I put them on, adjust the straps,
striped socks, oversized shoes,
go out to face the dancing world, my other gentle masks pretend-seeking ourselves,
lost in the complex dramas we write
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