It's fashionable to wonder who people
see
Every morning, every night, when they
look in the mirror,
and to wonder who those people are in
the dark,
But I've found philosophy the lightest
of larks,
'Cause I won't look in the mirror, away
from what I write,
and unlike using the mirror, it's not
contingent upon light.
In fact, I'll happily stay at it long
into the night,
Writing in pitch air tinted only by the
screen's glow
and by the nuclear fire deep down in my
bones,
and though to say so out loud seems
dishonest, seems lame,
The man in the mirror and the dark–in
all times–are the same.
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