UNCOMMON

UNCOMMON

I repressed a poem
upon which
sublimated
the result
entirely

wondering if anything
was gained
something was lost

the mirror opposite the door
catching a flash of me leaving
and again
of my arriving

but there was nothing
in the mirror when I did
take time
to look

to strengthen the case
for argument
either for or
against
just something there seeming
to draw me inwards, wishing
to draw
me downwards

tp a place of uncommon truth
or plain emptiness