Achromatic,
A gla** pane
Throws back
Me.
Caught in
The stillness
Of reflection,
Drawn into
My own image,
I am not sure
If anything
Out there
Really exists.
As a new day's
Soft grey
Spirit
Embraces
The concrete
World
And gives it
The kiss of light,
Reality wakes,
Dissolves my
Narcistic image
And renders
Me
Irrelevant
In the face
Of Outside's
Mortifying
beauty.