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Some Strange Mirroring

When I met him...
I was
A child
At play
In the Playground
Of the Mind
Longingly looking towards
Some just barely visible
In the weeds
Of the achingly distant
Garden of Paradox
When I met him ...
He also fancied
himself a child
at play
In the Playground
of the Mind
But I knew him to be
The wannabe Emperor
Of some some forgotten corner
Of thought that
He fancied
An Empire
When I met him …
For one brief moment
I thought
Him me
When I met him …
… we parted

© B. W. Reed (Friday, the Thirteenth of November, 2009)