A white dress
gives a bald man
a cup of coffee.

Looking down
into the still, round pool
he sees a large, reflective dome.

We are created, we are created
in the image of the creator and
forbidden to create any images.

In the image of the creator, we
are creators of forbidden images.

The forbidden images of our mind`s reflection
are the creator's one disputable act,
a secret theological rebellion which
the vast, crystalline innocence of the
universe must never, never suspect.

There must never be any ripples on the
still, round surface of our reflection
... but there are storms in heaven and
lightning that can crack even the best
mirrors into insane distortions...!

The white dress
watches the bald man
exhale his stale disgust
and noisily, stupidly,
take a thirsty gulp.

03/14/2008