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[sid] => 179667
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Mirror of Then in the Reflection of Now.
[time] => 2014-11-13 12:00:40
[hometext] => I'm having difficulty lately resolving the reality of my life with the visions of my youth.
[bodytext] => Hand in the mirror, you appear as mine- that scar! (Yes, right there on the thumb where it joins the mass)- Right there! I recall and see in your hand the memory how it came to pass- that day of sheet metal and fleeing- a time long past. Hand, you swipe above my crown- my eyes see lush brown, thick hair not harried in the least by life- that hand rolls through the luxury, but reality- oh, so sparse, ere' a hair to caress; the real me, my hair, so much less. My stomach- oh, mirror, how you mock! I see in you reflected the thin and rippled abs of youth- lying mirror! I look down and see the bulging truth that time, nor mirrors, nor delusion hold at bay- this stomach grown in laziness, fatter by the day. That jaw, so strong, chiseled from the granite God of youth- now, gone the edge and jut, but in mirrored delusion and aged confusion, I see it still thus. And dreams! Oh, how to address that which could have been, were it not for life and passing days, the million little choices made that drew from dreams to silent screams of how I have devolved- the ideal swimming in mind's eye in glory- the result of this life, a sultry lazy swim- another story- a mirror then, a mirror of now- A view and one word in dismay, “Wow!” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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