Myself

[Dark Muse]

Myself

Looking into the mirror
tracing flaws that
cannot be seen

I count the lines
in threes
each a wrinkle
in time

Weaving through
the years
mistakes made
debts paid

Waiting uncertainty
reflected back
only to the invisible eye

A map to the soul
crossed
and re-crossed
there is no key
no legend
to make sense of it all

There is only
self-possessed understanding
sins are only
the weaknesses of others

True perfection
is knowing there is no
Good and Evil
only choices made .