Lured by the Looking Glass


I m running backwards down the hall of years,
Beseeching Time to halt. Time turns deaf ears.
I race down corridors in quest of you,
In vain, in vain. Echoes mock anew,
Reverberating in the tunnel of my dreams
Love s playback of my heart-recorded screams.

On cold, metallic walls I press a kiss,
Then realize their surfaces are glass
Reflections, nothing more. And as I pass,
Their fun-house images distort and bend.
While down love s labyrinth I blindly wend.
1983

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