| Subject : OBSCURED REFLECTIONS Author : Jefe Date : 7/2/2002 3:43:19 PM |
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| I caught my reflection in the glass of the store front, as I strolled up Main during lunch. Refracted spectral distortions, sliced my face in oblique angles. Ugly optical aberration grimace. Elongated symmetry superimposing torso tweed Jeans I stopped to stare. Waves of selfishness rippled rhythmic through my face, for a cloud passed pausing in front of the sun. My zeppelin sized pride poking out in paunch, bloated strain, stressing my jacket. I turned sideways, staring at my anger, that raged within the façade of my meek, modest posture. The greed on my shoes Looked disproportionately disgusting, next to the white pigeon droppings on the sidewalk. Opening my jacket I see my fear, beating banal, pumping precious life through my envious veins. Vivifying my human-ness in stark reality, obscured reflections in the glass. |
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| Subject : OBSCURED REFLECTIONS Author : Susanna Date : 7/2/2002 7:54:51 PM |
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| Jefe, that was beautifully written! I was glued to my computer screen waiting for the discovery. I loved the symbolism of inner suffering with the distorted view we have of ourselves. It was just great! I must ask though, how did you come up with the idea? (If that is not too personal) | |