Do you find yourself mirrored
in the cadence of my words?
Or wonder at the subject
half imagining that I mean you?

Do you falter between fascination and disgust,
seeking a reassurance, some clue?
A seed sewn within the text
to solidify your identity, my meaning?

Do you peer into me and see yourself,
can you discern your reflection?
Amongst my scattered shards
do you find yourself?