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Transitory Mirror

Dark pools look back
These eyes
Now slow mark their lines
Crows feet emotions
With sun kind smiles
Older now
As they stare

Their sparkle sheen
Hides the so many things
Times have come
Gone into an Iris of thought
The lookouts of my soul
Wonder at themselves
Behind me

Spent seconds of captured light
Ricochet in sadness and laughter
And draw their features
In ideograms of tears
To their corners
Here where my dreams reside
And where my fear can hide

Gentle brown they seem now
Of one time darkness confiscated
And madness rims
In their violence no longer becomes
The person beneath them
But echoes still
All the footprints of life

Stranger they are to the knowing
Recognition reflecting
The thronging colours reassemble
And presume to know me
The lover me
The hidden me dips the razor in cold clear water
And carries on shaving

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