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Long I have watched the reflection

That you cast of me

& it is accurate, and honest

Suggestions of action against me

that are true, and real

I sit entranced watching myself as the construction

And ponder the detachment that you must feel

How long has your road been?

How hard you must have suffered to get there

your hurt is beautiful

As I am just another gear

Cast into a coil of cogs that I cannot escape

How free you must be in comparison

And how trapped I am

 to be able to touch the earth in ten steps

to breathe the frosted mountain air in ten minuets

to be forgotten in ten seconds

but your reflection makes this not so, it captures me forever

under a psychological jar, where I never develop or grow or heal

concepts that you have come to master

inflicted accurately

I wish that I could make you come

So you could hear my true voice

when all the words have evaporated

After all the sound and the fury to see how I stand

But you are not of this realm

You are unlike me

& it is in its way so beautiful, & poetic, & elegant

pure as the element you became able to master

display the fervor and power of yourself manifested

within spiraling coils of flame

to admire the torch of your being from a distance

because I am addicted to the risk of that which I cannot conquer

though I seek synergy above all things  

I sometimes wish I could make you come

In The blue emollient hour

You could see what it means to be of nature

Of the growth that hides the spark I possess

Even through my doubt, I could divide this once more

But the truth is a stark banner

there can be no growth where fire still burns