I contemplate myself in the reflection of the other
this judge without compassion exposing my soul
to the eyes of the mirror crowd ...
The other tells me a story I don't believe
but whose witchcraft is mine ...
Or I may have forgotten at birth .
The other smile at me ,playing the seducer
saying he's the child inside me
but who is me ?
Children play silly games to grow up
while I move the pieces on a paraphysical chessboard .
Mathematical storytelling in the twilight zone.
The other is the void that fertilizes my genius
in a demential symphonic galaxy ...
I can't risk going there and not finding
my way home again ...
Who will I find ? The other or myself ?
the crowd or its reflection ?
I am only the object of my pity ,
suspended like a funambulist
in a fish dimension ...
The prisoner of a cage of wingless beaks .
Unable to escape through a door
opening onto a frightening freedom ...
But maybe it's the other that holding me back
with my own hands ...
I need to set the clock on this faulty machine !
One day, in another life or right now,
that the other will have chosen me ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 15th, 2025 07:36
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Comments3
Philosophical and existential this poem is filled with metaphor and vivid imagery that is somewhat dark but promises enlightenment. Lovely
Dark but promises ..I like the idea ! Thank you !
Your poem is a metaphysical wandering through the prism of the Other, that enigmatic double. It questions the fragile boundary between the "self" and its reflection. Philosophical and deeply mysterious.
I liked the word' ''paraphysical ! ''
In your poem, "paraphysical chessboard" sounds spectacular, creating the feeling of a game played in a reality that bends the usual laws of physics—not just a philosophical abstraction, but a world where logic itself is altered.
The poem moves like a hall of mirrors, reflecting doubt, creation and confinement.
It makes me think of the sensory isloation box.The brain seeks informations internally .
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