Alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe ,myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
Excerpt from "I Am Much To Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone" - Rainer Maria Rilke.