To Misplaced Permanence
by Jay Strader

Touching the mirror with my phantom’s eyes
Pocked with questions and riddles, to my surprise
The stars lie within

On the outside, looking out,
The sun explodes, and heaves my doubt
Into space, to guard my sin
From hollowness now full and sorely felt
Sailing between reflections quietly dealt
Causing wishes none can win
But those who know the outside fly
And sheet with velvet tears that cry
Of love waiting to begin.