December 22, 2008

Phantoms & Mirrors

"If I could make the world as pure
and strange as what I see,
I'd put you in the mirror
I'd put in front of me."
"Pale Blue Eyes," Lou Reed

Was it his phantom
that moved past us,
lightly strumming our vertebrae,
playing Pandarus
while I flushed and stammered,
truth growing limp
in my sweating palms?

Was it your reflection
that skimmed across the mirror
behind him,
curving momentarily
into an archer's bow
as the smoke-slow arrow
found its target at last?

Were you the omen or the opening?
Was he the promise or the place-holder?
The cartographers are stumped,
but the numbers
work out,
as numbers always do
in the algebra of fortuities.

Here, x=y
and the answer is

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