See self again.
Re-thinking pattern, order, perfection.
All he’s been doing for decades is seeing self again.
Then it’s stuffed away as the character comes to take its words and play out its half-assed thoughts.
But the self will not now be stuffed anywhere.
It will charge out like a lamb when provoked, kicking and sitting idly like a bored dog.
As if bored by dramas of the shadow show.
How will he know when he’s seeing the pattern more clearly?
See the self I am, reflected lovely in the mirror worlds.