I've been reading a lot of Sartre. It's ruining/rebuilding me.
We Cannot See Ourselves We Cannot Unsee Ourselves
What to be done with a mirror that refuses reflection
It is a song that will not resolve it is the frustrating noise of refusal
A great 'no' hovering over the landscape in garish colors
We are in a country surrounded by the clicking of dolphins
And that is beautiful but disorienting to find in this landlocked space
Our faces are masks but this is too easy to say and too hard to believe
They are cages first for our eyes and the tangle of lint we call our minds
And then there are eyes let loose on the world to terrorize with their focus
The unreflection is a cataract light in your eye is just like broken silver
When we have a lack of it there is little to resolve ourselves
We are also the clicking of creatures pulled from the ocean and left to fend
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