A Curious Fear

something lingers there just outside my sight

at the outer edge of my consciousness

some vague essence always peripheral

calling me to toss my blindness aside

throw curtains of awareness open wide

overcome the repetitious and dull

all reactionary responsiveness

and lift my weary face toward the light

but what rapacious creature craves my view

not being sure i keep my gaze askew

Phantom Self

soul shaped hole

do you pray to comprehend it

qualify coincidences

repeating names in mirrors

until the murdering ghost appears

until all such superstition is known

the conspiracy of existence

falls to mutable arithmetic

rubs its elicited form against gravity

and shapes a miracle mosaic

of proliferating life

what more magic is needed

what more enticements

will you still cover mirrors at night