1. THE MAN WITHOUT A PAST

i entered a room of mirrors

the room entered me..

we became brothers

cannibals of soul..

we were the grand dreams

each conceived in the other's

silent sleep

we could not look without the other's eyes

concurring..

then i hated and desired..

an existence mired in sorrow..

then i killed myself

bathed in my own blood..

and out of that death

blossomed

a flower with no face

pinned on the shirt of

the man without a past..

and

now,

all who hate 'me'

are granted one more chance

to try and love...

poetry,bureaucracy, music