"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XVII"



Mirror mirror in the soul will you show
To me, my self and I? Yes, you can and
Do reflect the acts of a common hand
And lip to judgement. Yet no perfect flow
Of light exists, and your glinting surface grew
Not amid a faultless state, so the land
Of thoughts existence revealed in you, stands
Awavering. Our countless tomes of law
Reach to calm this dizziness. With steely
Grasp we strive to mold a single changeless
Image, granting a vast solidity.
An impossible task. The ever move less
I, is dead, and to see the self of reality
Is to ponder the future as formless.