He looks into a glass
and sees a physical figure
looking back at him,
the two waiting immobile
for him to reappear
as the world knows him,
by name, by work, by habits,
in what particulars
he is significant,
and. . . why should it be embarrassing
to speak of this?
. . . in what en dearing. . . .
Is he honest?
and how he looks
when meditating. . . . . .
all in a semblance characteristic
as his bones,
including that shade
in the inwit of presence,
his secondary at the subliminal portal,
that stands for more
potentiality than appears,
the quiet continent
behind it feeling boundless
(the worse for him)
The final scene, the only scene,
inherent in glass,
is that looker
waiting for it to happen
and caught in the act.