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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Gazing

In the garden
A mirror
In front of me

A reflection
Of the garden
Disturbed

A silhouette
Bursts
Into flames

The unreality
Of what
Appears absurd

I can’t climb
Into the mirror
Everything fades

The end
Has begun
With earthquakes

Just beginning
A dying
A rising sun

Vision obstructed
Until the ashes
Blow away

until the clock strikes
its poison arrow
at tomorrow

until the hallelujah
exploding shattered
disheartened glass

crunches beneath my feet
a carnival of wickedness
retreats











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