- Non-Erotic Poetry
- To The Mirror
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Dear Friend
Ask me not
Of whom I am
Whence I come
What have I
What I hope for?
Son of Adam, scorned
Of them I am
Who crown themselves
With the thorns of unadorned truth
From a guiltless past
And artless present I come
Possessed of nothing
But a few mirages in the sands of time
And an endless, infertile wasteland
That I call my future
Only ask one question, my friend
Why do I be?
And I will say
Because the Other does!
- COMMENTS
annaswirlsabout 20 years agoJacques Lacan?
interesting phrasing. The exclaimation point made it feel light instead of the heaviness I expected.
