The Double Man

His alter ego spirals in the sky,

Impatient to be off into the ether;

But he's more cautious,-cocks a weather eye

Upon his life-like figure in the mirror.

Departing, he would learn the parlor trick

Of living like the average individual;

Get life by heart and then be free to travel

Slick and amphibious on different levels.

When the one pipe that he built specially

For his communication with the world

Is filled by shifting interest like silt,

He clears it so he'll have a little room

In which to chatter, strut, and parody

The boring, hackneyed art of being human.