The explorer draws his map
and plunges into space.
Why should he stumble on
at every fresh mishap
and draw back in blank surprise
as the landscape he has created
is revealed before his eyes?

Having nailed his mirror
in its place
firmly to the wall,
why the sudden tremor
at the sight of his own face?

Why the sudden terror
at the horror of it all.


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