Farewell to the Mirror

- Goodbye! I said to the mirror to the mirror of yesterday and the days gone by to that defeat. It is the sound of rain the sound of drop after drop that out of the cleft of the earth make a river. And the river the dust and the boat gives to the wave to the wave of the future. - Goodbye! I said to the mirror and waved my hand to all those many me’s tiny tiny behind that glass and set out. Inside the frame on that wall the sullen broken strangers were left behind and the frame the sharp concave frame in which my shoes could not fit stayed there on that wall. It is the sound of rain the sound of drop after drop that on the trail of mute footsteps behind me come down. In the middle of the blue alley in the brightness of the rainy pavement a tall me stretched out whose hands are shaped like maple branches comes. The maple bud gives the face of "me" its shape the maple bud the sound lines of ancient me’s blends together the maple bud the curving lines under my eyelids will carry on. - Good goodbye! I said to the mirror and I did not cry. It is the sound of rain ...