In my schoolboy bedroom it is a completely different world Brings me in confluence with my shadow The meeting of two merging anticipated tributaries Like cold blue morning and dark sprinkled night Where my mirror has become the ritualised Expression of my isolation of my individual consciousness Fused as one at the edge, where all else becomes blurred An abstraction, indefinably lost like the mixing of shadows That cannot be deduced on any mental map I hear my shadow beckoning me In its uncoordinated marginality In isolation I receive his thoughts, his considered reflections Something has now united us through joint experience a totality An idea a notion conceived, to abrogate the restraint on liberty An erosion of all guilt, advancement to a notion Of profound imagination, where invariably Our congress will be complete there can be no latitude for digression.