truly –
nothing conceived within this mind,
i presume –
could ever explain –
the ebb and flow (tide) of life.
you,
however,
engulfed in the glow of all-knowing ( – the moon),
refuse to even – suppose…
enigmatic as light,
to dark;
your insatiable attraction
to – your you!
and i –
hiding behind your mirror –
remain all you can never see…
is your anything –
really better,
than the everything of me?
standing too close to the edge 