Reflection --

I have left my reflection

in a thousand mirrors, there

where it can wait for me, solemn

or amazed, trapped

behind glass waiting in the wings

for me

to come to it again, in my

vanity, in my awareness

of the passing of time, the lapping

of water against the shore, my

feet dangling in the tide -- why

did I come here, here to

drown, here to

abide for awhile -- the sun is like a giant cloud

suffering misgivings as heat,

pain as circumstance -- all my eyes

in all the sources

search for you, there, beyond

the sky, warming us until we dissolve, all

of us, into one . . .

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