IOU

The hype
That we
So furiously plug
Now somehow hollow rings
The hubris of knowing
And possessing things
Is lookin' awful fearful thin
It is our own coin
We are now dealt in.

So transparant,
Seen through but still unseen!
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose most frightened of them all?
In this mad reflecting hall
Images upon more images fall.

Courage mon brave.. pray.. look again
Seen through your image:
Where
Room for reflection
Turns to meaning
What is true...
See just how much
I really does owe You.