Contemplating a Reflection in the Lacanian Mirror
-Her face, her laughter, the scent she leaves behind as she passes Reminds, it reminds me of a reflection, a mirror, in which I was whole It is faint, having faded, a kind of linear erosion along the trajectory of many meandering steps The inflections in her voice, like a sudden gust calls to the lost embers which like stars in the crepuscular hours reawaken the traces of life in our eyes In that twilight that space between soft faded reflections and dreams Her voice is that memory she is that memory even as it fades she remains a reflection, […]