A Search For the Psyche
A body of water stands before me
It mirrors all in its view
Like a glass sculptor
Echoing back to its sea
It seeing everything in its path
Changing only when daylight moves
It shows us things
We may not what to see
With all the images it proves
No place for hiding
No time for sorrow
No time left to borrow
It shifts and divides
The images ripple
With movement
And a slight
Dripple
A reminder of our inner
Self
And so we look away
From the pain
And in a gaze
To see only
A Thinner ideal
Of
Anima
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