Rumours

Dark friend, do I have your ear?
Weird rumours ride like wyverns on the air
And sidling insinuations
Twist the gullible mind,
Fomenting panic
And pogrom.

Through this loophole
You may slip into another dimension,
A parallel universe.
The reflection is changing,
Changing all the time
In the glass.

Hearsay shivers through me,
Poetry of paradox,
What is and is not;
The third person
Swallows the quicksilver spiral
Of his own rhetoric.

What you believe, you are,
Memory’s fingersmith
Living without warranty;
The nameless witness,
Alone with a candle
In the dark and dreadful room.