Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,
these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,
our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.
Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.
Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.
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In “The Mirror” Robert Creely constantly reiterated the fact that no matter what has been thought or said, is now lost. Faith is no longer an element by which to defeat these inexorable deaths or experiences in life. Because as individuals we seek and need the truth, we have destroyed the world and people around us…we have coveted our differences and by doing so we have resorted to a mirror to reflect reality, because we have lost our faith.