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Graham Lindsay


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Mirror
 
 
Nothing

exists

outside

our mind. As no noise
is a noise, nothing

is a thing?
Behind the mirror
before the mirror

beside the mirror
beyond the mirror. Stop
the word

and the world tumbles in
stop the world

and in tumbles the word.
But how to talk about
the ineffable without

recourse to words?
Not a language
is a language?

We go and do
as the Romans

then come home to see
what Rome is like here.

It feels like nothing
looks like the sun

a blinding mirror.

 

From Legend of the Cool Secret (Christchurch: Sudden Valley Press, 1999)
© Graham Lindsay


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Last updated 23 December, 2003