I walk towards closed opening
it is me
and there I am again
Peering up power
myself looks down on me
The same index finger in every direction
wagging back and forth
in front of each same face
multiple identities  
me buried in cynical sweat. me climbing up vines of idealist laughter.  
me me me me me
There I am.
again and again. and again.

Like a well fed vermin
you stroke your ego
until slick animal
vibrates with pleasure
You lick up my gaze
Bathing in the belief
That it is you

You merely
reflect me

Me
age 5 squeezing eyelids shut at the scary scenes
tears rolling down slitted sides
Me
three years ago in the fall ******* down whiskey
cigarette smoke as tarred conversation filler
Me
the winter I turned into my kitchen floor
a cold span of grainy walked on, chopped down rings of life

A Pathetic Cameo