Holding the mirror of nature
up to
one’s own death
is
vulgar,
stage-y.
But not,
you know,
all
that inaccurate.
But who
could
plausibly imagine yourself
such
drastically different “you”?
Or even "nothing"--in a material loop
nonetheless out
of conscious thought.
Hard
to achieve.
For what could
that
pronoun “you” or “I” or "group"
thereupon mean?
If you were to speak
about
"it," or of “I”—what is the
referenced
entity? How to imagine it
consistently?
And
"them"--how it rives!
How
it splinters!
So in the event--hold that mirror!--
Hold it!
(does that mean: just stop?)
or
hold it (hoist it up so we can see?).
Which one?
Which of
these contraries
do
you mean?
And further, all this narcissism
may
impede
the
invisible poems
the unsightly poems
that have
no pronouns
or
are mixed, without a
normal person-laden prism
though
they limp along our lives
parallel
to us.
© Rachel Blau
DuPlessis
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