Changing for Enore 01


The reflection holds power over the actual. Breaking the habit is more about what is given back to you than about what you do to destroy it. The luckiest thing that would happen to you is finding that person who would reflect a different image and thus give you the chance to break away.

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The first time is never the last time

turning and cycling,

a revolving door fitted in with mirrors,

the same event reoccurring in rapid successions of

mobile static reflections.

A bite from a well known serpent

its fangs dripping with well-scented poison,

its essence coursing through varicose tunnels

searing away defences of loyalty and

fidelity,

depositing layers of shame and disgust

and pain,

all the while retaining pleasure and gratification

in the bowels.

 

The bite repeats itself

The same serpent, only a different hue

Slithering through on the paths well worn

Sinking fangs into gaping, scarified

holes

Watched by eyes that wait in earnest anticipation,

failing to flee, while filled with the

inane conviction of being able to resist.

The well-scented poison seeps into the stream

and begins work on tunnels no longer resisting.

 

Why does this always happen?

Does one learn from history?

What is the point?

The reason to learn is the axiom ‘history repeats in cycles’

Axiomatic phrase suggesting no need to bother.

For if history repeats itself, why bother studying it?

For nothing will change.

It shall be as it would. As it has. As it will.

 

The doors swing and in each frame;

liar, cheat, fraud, thief.

“You will never change,” the voice whispers.

 

But pick a pen. Take a pew.

Hold on a minute.

Think.

‘a different hue to each snake.’

The constant pattern is not set in stone!

History repeats but in permutations and combinations that

flip the particulars.

 

The doors revolve and in each frame;

the same, the same, the same, the same.

Reflections turning and changing, yet a single

reflection.

Constant but changing.

Within the pattern is change.

‘a change to the reflection would change the object’?

The reflection is not simply that which is seen,

it is that which is given back.

If the reflections remain the same,

the object would remain,

enthralled by the cycle of unending sameness,

trapped in history and the cycles of the revolving door.

 

The serpent slithers close.

The same snake, but a different hue.

Ahead the wounds wait, gaping holes,

holes that lead to worn tunnels,

seared by burning poison.

The serpent slithers off the well worn paths.

The eyes that watch in anticipation, blink.

 

The door begins another cycle.

Reflections are cut off, one and again, and again

and again.

Not the same. The pattern has been broken.

 

–   Re 02.

 

Disclaimer

  • I want to add something corny like “There is no rhyme to this, only reason”, but that is how I always spoil the solemnity of my most serious moments and end up with comments like “Christopher, be serious for once”. So, I will not say it.

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Author: Christopher Aneni

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