Looking into the dreaded mirror
Framed with winding vines,
You gaze at flesh forming folds,
Change in the mass called “face,”
Then retreat to enhanced reflection.
For you, impossible to see
Identity.
A veil blinds you, divides you
From yourself, remains unlifted.
We breathed with trees towering,
But the distance between the depths
Of your minds eye and the worth of your
Fingers in the bag of cool dry beans
Was too great.
With you, naked yoga near the ocean
Was transcendent and divine,
Until substantial waves upturned
Your mountain pose of perfection,
So you stayed inside, where you
Thought you could love
The real ocean.
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