Reflections
Reflections
As one’s shadow comes face to face with end days,
reflections, upon the walls of one’s memories hoard
dance across the surfaces of shards of shattered mirrors,
singing with a voice from within those splinters, projecting.
Images of past lives, yesterday, today, tomorrow,
at the speed of light, across space time continuum,
telling stories of what was, what might have been.
Reflections ???, projections ???, definitions ???
B. J. “A” 2
December 2nd, 2018
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