Has anyone seen That Man,
Who hides in the mirror,
Always out of reach,
The one who made me distant,
Who made me me,
But he has disappeared,
From glass and gaze alike,
Only to be replace by some impostor,
Who looks like him, certainly,
But doesn’t sound anything like him,
Before roaring regally,
Projecting truth seasoned with certainty,
Now meekly questioning,
Feebly frustrated and much too familiar.
Post-Neology 