Clouded Mirror
The riveting and winding complexity of this dated device moans in the grinds of it's exhausted exterior.
Delicate though precise it punctures through the malice of the fools logic.
Grasping onto a vision so modestly tamed.
permitting the inner reflection of it's grimy vanity and cannily projecting the alter ego for the bespoke acceptance of it's dreary fantasy.
They will never understand, or ever know...the burden of the wise to the limits of stupidity.
The jester of maximum proportion, the seller of false attire.
The woven ingredients come forth to the shiny purity of it's ending destination.
The folly of all ages, that great pretender of truth.
And gone to days past the awakening of this shattered belief and fading out the moment of blissful reign.
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2016
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