seven year's bad luck i made, i
broke an illusion,
brought a seven-year seclusion to a shadow of a life.
ha - what's that...
that unmitigated disaster that i
walking down an aisle...
smiling on a piece of silvered glass.
you wanna know what's funny, still?
what kicks my daily ass?
will tell you now:
i still believe, i do -
the unattained ideal
of infinite divinity,
gathered in a girl.
mayhaps i will believe it still, forever,
that trickster, prankster, spankster
bound our man-woman selves,
then tore them all asunder,
as only God can do
so i am jacob,
working seven year's penance
for a failure i still feel...
for a wound i'll never heal,
for a lie that's always true.
i am jacob.
i'm the mirror.
who are you?
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