Let's Be Strangers Again

A Nihilist's Dilemma

They ask to trample over
The betrayals, and
Walk on; I look into
The mirror,
Asking, who is the traitor.
Images stare at me,
Reflecting
On a gnomonic journey,
As I look through
The glass-window,
Smitten, a-thousand-year ago,
Pining on distilled melancholy.

One little girl,
From her morning glimpses,
Of adolescence,
Asks me
If I'm a philanthrope-
I smile to her,
As my eyes probe
Into piercing redress.
Do I ask her
To work harder,
Even though
I know,
All these years,
She would spuddle,
Gazing at the dead twinklers,
Looking for epiphanic luminescence?
Coddiwomplers cuddle.