Tortoise Races Still...

Sometimes i gaze into the mirror
and it becomes no clearer,
no matter how near i bring my face
The chase it seems,
as in most my dreams,
is to look into my own eyes,
a chance to spy upon myself
in that moment of clarity
if it ever does come to me
for questions and not answers
are what i bring to the table
then, perhaps, the both of us
may be able to make some sense
or better said, some use
of the things we find to be Truth
and those we know to be Fables...
                08-11-10