3 - Sole

[thedissident]

Sole

In front of a mirror, he sees backwards;
more attached with each crawling day.
Thinking of thinking.
Thinking of not thinking.

The moment shutting,
then reopening his eyes -
that was his life in reverse.

Open-Closed-Open
Closed-Open-Closed

He turns away defiantly,
but is crushed by a window.
Fifty stories high penthouse,
the night sky punched him in the gut.
Reeling, legs twist from under him.

Papers surround him.
Genetics
Electromagnetics
Dianetics
Cryogenics
It is silent.
Swallowed by pure volume,
he wretches back to fetal.

Mortal - The word he refused to believe,
burned behind his eyes.

No buyout or secret clubs
No science or magic potions
No ghosts or souls
No reason to have worked so hard to get here.

Sobbing, yearning to shake the memory,
but so terrified of losing it!
Closed-Open-Closed