Poem By Mal Foster
It is a short journey here
to the dark chamber of judgement
where the thought process
is peeled apart by thought itself.
I'm sure it is a trip we all encounter,
an intense identification of the inner sanctum
where the soul cries almost anonymous
in its search for solitude.
But what do we see
in this collusion of mirrors?
Where do we go
when we know who we are?