Mirror

Take a gander.

You got a big ego, kiddo.

Wouldn't be surprised

if that makes it hard in life

to see anything clearly.

"Through a glass, darkly,"

Hah!

This is a shade of everything,

but it's really not so startling.

Considering we're all born to die,

in and between this experience of

climbing up each precipice,

destined only to fall,

and ascend again.

This never really was meant to be

extremely satisfying, in fact,

it never really was 'meant' to be,

truly, anything.

Simply, we seek similarities,

call them 'good' or 'bad',

but these are only distinctions

of much the same thing.

An interpretation, merely.

Call it what you will,

but your dark musings

are just another culling

of the inspiration we're 

all mulling and twirling

between pen and finger.

So don't linger

when you think you're

above the mass,

just another shade and hue

in a creation quite larger, in fact,

than you.

But mere distinctions

cause rifts and shifts

in human connection.

There's the beauty,

there's the worth,

hiding behind false selves and dirt. 

We both see things darkly, sure.

Difference between you and me,

when I drop my pen,

I don't think I dropped an atom bomb,

and I don't reread these words,

thinking I just summoned Jesus

and all the succubi to tempt

the boundaries between realms.

It's just another poem,

and that's the secret:

nothing has true meaning.

But, hush, hush!

Or your ego might blush

in embarrassment at the

chaos it caused in

the havoc of your smarts,

trying to convince yourself

you're worth more than anything

else with a beating heart.