Saturn Mirror
By Christopher Ferguson

I’m strung up by the wall
No words to speak a lie
I can only show you
Who you really are inside

But unlike all the others
I’m crooked and debauched
Painted through a speculum
Though the colors chip and fade

There’s no right
There’s no wrong
No neutrality or perdition

There’s no hope
There’s no future
No cure of this condition

There’s no answer
There’s no law
Overshadowing the thoughts of why

Carpe Diem
Till tomorrow
Let us drink until we die

I am what you want to see
I am what you want me to be
You create me

What am I to you?

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