in the mirror

where there are echoes we may not assume
that they come only from a distant place
we have no power to understand or trace
what happens in the world beyond this room
we strive to grasp it all the whole the cume
of knowledge that we hide behind each face
in fear that the alternative's disgrace
when the plane passes there is a loud boom
now what we are is little more than part
of the great story but for us the fact
that we are here is what really matters
survival is our purpose and our art
we say this honestly and without tact
for a dark power at the front door batters