Temporary Out of Body Experience.

And what if I was outside of myself?

What then?

(In truth, I never thought I'd be having this conversation)

I see the woman where she stands, and the man in his place

And I see myself sitting between them, smiling nervously to passers-by

it is not unlike the moments in which we are at our weakest

where we can see all of our flaws, all of our misgivings

Only here I am seeing them manifest

and I can spot every imperfection on the body I know all too well

I take a stroll to take my mind off of itself

and it's then that I see them:

Those mirror faces, those people who may have been me

Those mirrored faces, and the infinite loop when they reflect my pane

not physical or emotional, but flawlessly windexed

A streak-free shine

but not without imperfection

"That which is imperfect is unique!

We are all unique, all of us

They told us that so many times

And we are. Unique no matter how similar

Fraternal and not identical!"

I shout at them but they pay no mind

but they stroll past rubbernecking at me

I suddenly resemble a ten car pile-up

And those mirror faces, those people who will be me

they shake their heads and pray

So I wander far away from them

passing my lifeless body where it sits

pausing in amusement at my gaping mouth and blank eyes

I am a puppet waiting to be posed

There is so much potential in me

So what then,

if I was outside of myself?

Evaluating my worth

reading a poem by some other me

(as I am now)?

I just want to see what you see

to view myself as an unbiased party

a book who divorces himself from his contents

to judge his own cover