The Old Mirror.
More and less
the sheets can
hide me
from the night
and what’s been.
Cover it fast.
And so shall be it –
don’t forget
you (I?) are here
only to continue
and screw up;
is why the end
becomes inevitable.
Copyright © Jan Delvaux. | Year Posted 2010
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