Principe by Eman Lacaba

I do not know my own position.
Somewhere behind me is a structure
of masks and walls that have been my life
in plays with lives. Each four-cornered

room unknown to and unknowing of each other
contains me, knowing all, known
to all, and yet unknown. I have come
to a room of mirrors and am caught

by my selves. It is different,
for I escape before and behind,
left and right of me, a stage without

the curtains and yet with them,
stage by stage, a pattern of deception.
I do not know my own position.