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He alters the earth under me
reduces me to a thing,
fantasy projection, illusion –
angel trapped in a cycle of forgetting
cyborg glitched by programming
a seeker forever searching for a path –
mirror to his vanity that cannot
reflect enough glory to be cherished
posted for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille! (please join us)
Originally part of a longer poem, Virtue in Eternal Nature: https://chromapoetica.com/2020/06/23/virtue-in-eternal-nature/

Anna, sounds like tangling with a toxic narcissist. You’ll never be able to:
reflect enough glory to be cherished
Deep!
its amazing to me how so little of the world appears worthy of being cherished… surely i dont do enough of it!
An interesting poem. Nicely done.
Life can be an endless cycle of being not treated well by a person consumed by vanity. A compelling write, Anna. Thanks for joining in.
So much in a relationship that goes back to the personality…. but this one don’t sound very healthy….
Anna, this poem has such a haunting, sharp quality to it. The way you weave illusion and identity together resonates with me deeply.
~David
The hall of mirrors pondering his reflective image? Perhaps, It’s his own reflection he cherishes…feeling superior
You chose an amazing image to illustrate your equally amazing quadrille!!!!!