“Tarry On, Old Fellow”

by

Whenever I am intimate with my mirror, 

I dissociate from my reflection;

Casting away the shapes of my body;

Only existing as a pair of eyes

That sees nothing but the green glass.

Living without purpose-

That’s the slowest you’ll ever age-

The slowest time will ever move.

Slower than a sedentary sponge on the seafloor.

Slower than an immovable object.

A friend once said

“Everything in moderation- even moderation in moderation”

And those words lingered over my otherwise caustic mind.

For a second, I believed he had glimpsed the void where my heart once was.

Every time a blind person opens their eyes,

They are gray.

Every time a deaf person sings,

The voice is modest.

 

But every time I think,

The thought is ripe:

The synapse is wise:

The brain is alive.

 

That is what they tell me

When I’m not listening.