still

when i look into the mirror
sometimes for that split second
i don't know who is looking back at me

now illuminated
after finding a good angle,
i begin to speak my mind
and wonderful shapes exit my mouth

orbiting around your head
funneling
into your ears
you start to listen

my truest angles
eclipse
all of your
misconceptions of me

only when everything becomes still
can i stop looking for an answer