Preview edition — Poet of Uplift is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
I was lost in an interior of a house of mirrors
Searching costly at the odds and minor for an exit to the exterior
A House of Maze in an amazing amusement park with alot of fun
Within I lay watching myself to self-thought as the only fan
I was switching and moving in circuits and circles
In convergence and divergence, could I be more gentle?
Till sunset, I will press on amidst the stare and focus
Images of scattered geometry looked on as I stood at a locus
But slowly darkness crept in with a flashing red-light to a door
Images flipped to shadows as I raced from the creaking floor
Courage feigned, I didn't want to be alone with a dead phone
Bumping on reflections, I looked at myself in a broken mirror
To see my impression giving me an expression to escape the inferior
Barging through the exit door,
breath of crisp of fresh air made me feel superior
And to be counted lucky in the House of Mirrors
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Commentary
This poem walks through a fairground house of mirrors as if it were a test of the mind. Getting lost, losing the light and finding the exit become a way to talk about fear, self-doubt and coming out stronger.
The speaker is “lost in an interior of a house of mirrors,” searching “for an exit to the exterior” inside “a House of Maze in an amazing amusement park.” Alone with “myself to self-thought,” the speaker asks, “could I be more gentle?” and resolves to “press on amidst the stare and focus.”
Then “darkness crept in with a flashing red-light to a door,” and “Images flipped to shadows as I raced from the creaking floor.” Fear grows: “Courage feigned, I didn’t want to be alone with a dead phone,” and the speaker keeps “Bumping on reflections” until looking “at myself in a broken mirror.”
The broken mirror gives “an expression to escape the inferior,” and the speaker is “Barging through the exit door.” A “breath of crisp of fresh air” makes the speaker “feel superior,” and the poem ends by feeling “lucky in the House of Mirrors.”