You see me as though I am

the geometry of nothing.

A mathematical equation

yet to be solved.

A jigsaw puzzle

of no tangible shape.

Of blood and bone,

of vein and skin,

a puzzle complete pulled apart within.

How can I show you?

how can you see

this manifestation of a man…

me?

The reflected image,

a mirage of truth.

Mirror, mirror,

off the wall,

spying me through rise,

through fall.