A STEP IN TIME

The day is warm
and sleeveless,
we walk as strangers against
the tide of strangers.

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TIME FRAME

We went to sleep in our dream
and missed the plot.
It didn't help us on our way
for missing the end.

Having fallen through
the sprocket holes;
where we thought we were,
was where we were not.

But when we woke
we were together again.
It was the dream itself
that had mattered most
even if we didn't know the end,
just like life to change the reel.

So having got out of our dream
when we did, we made love instead.

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ANAGRAM

The face in the mirror is not me,
if I touch my right side
I see it's his left.

I don't approve of what I see:
the image isn't a replication of myself.

A glimpse of myself caught unawares
shocks my perception of who I am.

I swear the sculptor was maladroit
to fashion a head like an anagram —

the features assembled give a meaning
different to the character that I represent.

If the adage of seeing is believing
I insist that I must resent
the cause of any portrayal or distortion.

It is not that I reject the representation
of another being, but the mask I wear
must be the one that I know to be there.