Eye-lock Mirrors (We share the same Condition)

I see you, the mirror’s reflection; grief is our honor, to perish
This life. I love you, the ache of my sorrow. And I see you,
Praying the midnight dream. It’s akin to fiction, grappling
The tunic of a phantom. Oh the depth of such grief: set aflame
The spirit. Thus knotted my heart, afflicted with dragons. I
Long the touch of poison: such rapture in the eyes of faith.
My dreams, flooded with essence; and I see you, wailing in
Agony. This is our grief, existential and loud. This is our
Nightmare, a soul-felt scar. And we perish, quilted in death,
Alive in our anguish. And we live, quilted in passion, alive in
Our visions. I dare the love of Paradise, lost in a riddled
Matrix. Oh the depth of such grief, stippled upon the psyche.
Our condition, the flicker of the flame. It burns into the soul.
But we dare believe, fraught with trimmers and heartache.