The mirror

and here I am from now
lacking vocabulary unlike before
words have become lame

Projection from pupil or is it iris
matter masked in grey, a sheath, so thin
Beyond blood vessel and nerve ending enduring
before bone and flesh, coiled in fats and connecting
Excreting, expanding and contracting, valves so gently open to flow.

receptors and their successors, or kin.

from there to electrical current, conduits been done formed
masked and painted and piled and paved

am I here today? did he treat me that way, what is of him and between us, what is of me?

there's a storm rolling in