Mirror essence

Coming down the road, behind the wheel,

A girl who does not want to be seen, in a dream,

Like the universe looking back at me,

Note for note, the rhyme transfixed in the rd

And there to come out aloud shout out

Of her dream, me solitary confinement –

Her – who lifted me with her little finger,

Across the stream, and watches me

The formless flies down like a bird,

Emerged from a shell, befell, last summer,

What can I say, GK?

Do you see?

Do you see you thru me?