We are Simulacrum
we are not ourselves,
stranded amid the nowhere
and nowhere else;
left to wander between
nothing and nothing else,
wondering what became of those
bright lights in the sky,
the ones Galileo saw after sundown;
maybe they were only there in his imagination,
and we misconstrued our extant pseudo-histories
as to what those lights might have been
had they ever existed in the first place;
So we stumble over the inconsequential,
we fall or we think we fall out
of the nowhere into a somewhere,
and stare vainly into the expectant mirror
which alone adjudicates,
we are not ourselves
We are Simulacrum.
Louis, I had to look up the definition of the title and found the word was first recorded in the English language in the late 16th century, used to describe a representation, such as a statue or a painting, especially of a god. By the late 19th century, it had gathered a secondary association of inferiority: an image without the substance or qualities of the original (Wikipedia)… I believe that it is mentioned somewhere in the Bible, that we are all make in God’s image (which would apply to the first meaning). Then the second would apply to reality that we are not…..a great poem for thought.
A beautiful new word added to my vocabulary and so very firmly with the vivid imagery imagery of your verse.Lovely
An excellent, philosophical, and allusive poem centred on the concept of identity.