The Lucid Image

In the blinding chimera I gaze

Surveying the rippled waters surface in waver

There stands another stranger of whom I know not

Lowest and ominous; yet my fortune guide

In such dignity held in disobey

Has made my thoughts the invariable of notable choice

A vainglorious posture in so as kept as amulet

Unknowing the authority of whence to encounter

So shall I tarry until I am worthy of this finite gaze

Then perishing at first glance

See nothing to see but an endlessness

The pith journey among the ivory ceiling is defaulting

Both woe and incongruent doubts my event of timing

There is no deeper carving of the wondrous wood

Than to uncover thus the riddle of complete reflection

Long since; subtle winds have led me well nigh

And educated me to the warder of steeped levee

That I knowest nothing among the shadowed waters brim

My beloved formidable opponent has urged the challenge

That stains from knowing and observing were countable vanities

There is little chance that I with longing gaze

Will ever be revealed the solemn victor

And so my bodily envision fleets like bewildered doves

I then pull my circles from the water

Lastly to leave behind the refusal of the temporal shrine

So longing to the wit of the inundated light

Cannot I see any length further than the tip of my nose

The beclouding enclosed the unveiling of the ten thousand mirrors

And darkening was reckoned with a blindness

Above pure silken and splendid white gown

Am I no longer red as fear but untouched as a grain of sand

For empathy I can see even the stars of night as were once dampened

Their fate was everlasting light still shines

And as so I gaze in tepid pools

Beholden is the final light of my days in foreign reflection

I have in gain resounded the truest and lucid image