The mirror's code
to reveal the Judas face
to praise the brave betrayer.
The wound is a hidden scar
it's a thin white ghost
it is not a betrayal.
It remains ever faithful.
Dark circles under the eyes.
Stubble defines the cheek bones.
The mirror's morning joke.
The mirror has its own code
it will not let me see:
a pinhole intimation of sanctity.
The mirror is one.
Its dark silver is also its light.
Its Judas is also its savior.
Melt the mirror, melt the face.
Light in the darkness remains
to comfort the secret heart.
Who remains? Who stays?
Who sleeps beneath the forbidden tree?
Let this thin face melt away. Let the shallow face betray its shadows. The wound is not a betrayal. It is courage in training. It is experience in training. It is the villagers with the pitchforks.
The brave Judas face will not be betryed. It lives within its mortal flesh. The cross roads are at the foot of the world. The face makes its bargain. Makes a bargain with darkness and light.
The notebook records a few other variations on this theme, but the above are among the most notable.
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