Mirror For the Mirror
by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

copyright © 2015 by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

This night sky won’t always have a meaning,
Won’t always mean something it’s meant before,
For if it did it would always be but
Merest meaning, and how then would I know
Myself from any other self, my self
Beached at the sea of my soul, as it turns
To sing back to this star-seized evening that’s
Unreeling and unreals like Paradise?