Dream-propelled 

yet doubt-impaired,

with the courage 

of the voyage, but

a cross to bear;

 

And the interloper

seems suddenly

no more a stranger

than the mirrored

counterpart, a gleam

of sabotage flickers

in the eyes of glass;

and the rest?--

 

--A history in ash, 

while the paradox

vexes the centuries

still: was our

personal-supernal

a Simurgh, or a Sphinx?