Every morning
when I wake..
who do I see?

Upon
The Other Side
of silver linings..
is it not
my dearest
enemy?

The One
who mirrors me.
The One
who gazes back.
The One
who faces being.

The reflected
being faced by
its inversion..
mirror image of
its gazing act.

Which one of us
is the inverted?
Is it you or me?
Or I? Or I?
The seeing being?
Or the being seen?