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reflections
by Philip F De Pinto
sleepy head!
what would you do
if you woke up one night
and there was no one remaining
in the world, not a singular soul,
save you, and a mirror?
seriously, sleepy head!
what if for some bad dream
you fell out of bed to discover it was
just you and the mirror?
and for reason you couldn't stand to be alone
for more than a second you went up to that mirror,
if only to keep company with what seemed to be another human soul.
a potential friend or foe?
and so sleepy head
what if you were startled awake one night
and discovered yourself to be a vampire
and the reflection which you had hoped to tamp down
your heightened anxiety with in the mirror,
simply isn't there, what then?
die of loneliness I suppose?
but who knows, man may as yet make a comeback
as will your reflection.
so put down that stake.
don't make such a foolhardy mistake..
just take a break.
from such notions that you could
ever wind up alone.
for the fact that you are already alone.
and always will be an island
if not quill dipping in the blood stream.
who knows sleepy head, but your fears
may all be unfounded and this may be just a dream
or you may already be dead a thousand years
if not more. died of loneliness, I suppose, and don't be sore
if you are dead. what there is to be sore about
is that you may still be alive
in a bloody hive. a queen bee sans the others
buzzing about and keeping you in clover.
for all we know your life may be over
but not the dream. never the bloody dream.
or worse still, sleepy head you may wake up
to discover you are neither queen bee or vampire but a toothless Bard,
fallen on hard times, alone to the bone
sans the bloody means
to sustain a live audience,
and the only company
you were permitted to keep was to reflect on this lousy ode
o'er and o'er.
01/16/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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