He will return, unwelcome
but welcomed by some
naturally divisive like a mirror
drawing the line between the land of the
existent and the image zone:
His face hasn’t changed and his voice
remains the same; no excuses
to start afresh, no new chink
to offer glimpses
of a different person, unavoidably himself
present physically and emotionally
Omnipresent.
cold, colorless
eyes that register nothing an
expression that won’t alter
altercation made flesh
uncalled for, he’s comeback
underneath he never went
what is true, is eternal; what is false
is what you will
He returns to resume his place here
as if nothing has
Changed