Dance

You are the knot at the end of a rope

You dangle sideways while you

entangle victims into your web

You are the other side of a reflection

the one that widens and never shrinks

Are you me?

Where on the rope do my qualities cling?

Am I the round of the knot

Or nothing but a loose thread?

No, I can look up

I do, undistorted, symmetrical

I am not you