INVERSION

I am an Inversion

birthed in contrariety

My soul somersaults

through surly metastasis

This state of antagonism, 

a disconsolate sufferance,

is a bitter essence

The mirror casts back my visage

shapeless, undefined -

a capricious vagabond,

an eclipse of my youth

Lines in my face

reconstruct lines in the sand

battle-lines, crossroads

with imperceptible agony

And the cold void

between the missteps

is the reward

for being the Devil’s advocate