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I the Mirror - With a Major Contribution By Joseph May - Dramatic Free Verse
an impression of the world stands before me Left is right, and right is wrong, and the mirror reflects a melancholy song. i the mirror not the babbling brook, or the rippled river whose images tell harmless lies. i the mirror, who was once held in the weak, shivering, hands of a life nearing its end now lay on broken, crushed bones, crumbs and i one thousand shards the cracks the jaded moments of my life. i an unintended semblance in the raging waters crashing against the killing rocks of the rushing falls. never utter the curse "it can't get any worse" the serpent swallows the swollen cow, swallowed - the farmer's wife, swallowed - her son, swallowed - the thorny toad, the black widow spider devours them all! i the empty frame the bits and bites of carpenter ants. my world a perverse facade of what should of been of what is of what was or of what? WHAT? less? i guess. NEVER utter the curse "it can't get any worse" whose voice will bring me peace, whose rapier will deliver me, who will burn my body whole or dig me a deep hole or throw me void of soul into the waters of the screaming ocean who herself dies a slow painful death. Dec 20 2015 armand with a major contribution by Joseph May
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