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OLD MIRRORS.

Through the stagnant waters Of an old mirror I looked Darkness quilted with fragments A face that was once serene. Within complete immobility of limbs An urge tried to beckon From sulphurious waters in yoke An illumination within soul’s quest. I know of a wing fluttering Lost in abyss of mundane denizen Superhuman effort to break seal Sheltered by ghosts in the unknown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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