The Ideal You
A Poem by Douglas Caraballo
You and your myth,
and more real than reality.
The exclamation of condensed matter,
like a planet in formation.
You and I are the same —
the specter bears your own eyes,
he has not slept in years,
and is tirelessly attempting to
bring himself up to the surface —
Where the sea running down his brow
will affirm his existence.