Can’t write any good any longer, any more,
after all these years of ignorance of the words,
intended for freedom from the old self with the rugged mask.
But today she calls to reclaim her will to acquire the power of the words
once more, if possible, to unchain her arrested mind of
Cognition, Imagination, Passion,
long forgotten by the delusion of her reflection in the mirror.
So she shall do. It’s now, and it will be now, here, with her, by her.
For it is hers, and shall be hers forever.
A Cat in the Mirror 