Iam afraid of myself.

Iam scared because I can’t face myself.

Iam frightened of myself

Because I cannot see my back.

Yet no one can tell me anything

About myself better than I.

Not all the seers

Because they see me

The way they want to see me.

Not any of the palmists

Because they need to first extricate

The speck in their own eye;

Not all the mirrors

Because they always reveal

The reverse side of me.

And yet I must remove

The log in my eye

To enable me remove the dust

On the face of the mirror.

Iam frightened of myself

Because, try as I can,

I cannot know beyond the point

My mother hatched me.