MOUNT ZENITH

I COULDN'T GET AWAY
FROM THE REFLECTION.
TRAPPED BY THE MIRROR
AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.
ABOVE THE RISE AND RUN
I AM STUCK IN MY SHOES.
THE DARK MAHOGANY FRAME
DREW ME IN, WITH ITS BLEMISHES
FROM AGE AND SCRAPES FROM
UNFORTUNATE FALLS. I STARE,
NOT AT MYSELF BUT AT THE
WOUNDS ACQUIRED AT HARVEST.
THE AXES BROUGHT THE LIVING
TOWERS TO THE GROUND.
AS THE TREES ARE DEPRIVED FROM
UPWARD REACH, I AM DEPRIVED
OF FORWARD STEP. THE ME IN
THE MIRROR HAS TAKEN MY
MOTIVATION. I SAW THE DEPRESSED
TRAIL OF CARPET AS I APPROACHED
THE PEAK AND WONDERED HOW
MANY TIMES THIS HAS HAPPENED
TO ME. BUT THAT WAS BEFORE
I FELL INTO THE MIRROR'S
GAZE AND STARED.