There it Stands

Its creeps a vision, and seeps the mind; and there it stands,
A harsh reflection. I garner mirrors, every image; and
There it stands, the judgment. I forgive a slight, and then
Another; and there it stands, a grudge; and dare the light—

Conjure joy; and dare the pain—sprout a dove! It conjures
Hate; and thus: “I love you more—dying”; and moreover:
“I wish no more for you”; and there it stands, a brutal wave;
And there it lives, a silent cave. They watch us: get close to

Us: and take notes: “I don’t like you: I never will.” Most
Often, they see us; and most often, we see them. The question
Becomes: Why must I perish, that s/he find joy? Indeed,
I grapple an ideal: an idol in the sky: Are we not all elitist, in
Some way?; and thus, I, too, am guilty—ashamed in some
Sense; and there it stands.