Thieves

like a thief
i came
to greet myself
with the mirror crack
and the imagery
of a man
a place
long forgotten
the solace
was there for a moment
my peace
at least
sits in pieces
right below the belt
with the selling of ourselves
in pale crisp days
that we sit and waste
and waste
and waste
until the eternal
the fucking ungrateful eternal
never returns the favor
of our leaping into
the fires of humanity
one last lie
one last time