there is a well in this world in which our faces float
surface at the moment we appear
as if there were a dream we could return from
a mirror we could walk thru to ourselves

there is a path leads there thru a wood that i have travelled
often from an urge to be alone
a lady who is flesh & vaginal
i take for my own

there is a window in which a light appears
a door i knock upon
song sung
                    a younger one who is also me
                    i am afraid to know

sometimes at night i go there
gaze into my face as it appears
turn back into that lady's arms
no harm surely to befall me
watch myself thru the window playing
saying to myself 'is this what you are?'
is this all?