Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Don't let it
go to your head.
It's just your image.
In glass!
After all.

Okay now focus.
Look at yourself.
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep into your eyes.
Some kinda fish in there!
Spillin out.

Hiding.
Ridiculous.
Teeming.
Inner amoeba!
Revealed.

A brief darkness,
and your face returns.
Go ahead, smile.
Feels good!
Trippin in a mirror.

this is lifting my spirit! delightful, t!

ha. yes.
minnow in a window,
ocean in the motion.
surfin' a reflection.

hester, I shouldn't agree more, we all need to get in touch with our inner amoeba......that's what lacking in modern society and the reason for all the mental illness......a disconnect of monumental proportions.....I have to go now, it's time to stare in the mirror,
find myself.........................................cool poem, btw

yeah! and the fish (in there) spilling out, right after that multicolored fish pic of doreen still fresh in my mind, is way cool.