Soulmirror
what silence so loud and passive,
About whose haunting calm bears me nothing but sorrow.
so somber this sentient spirit, that so watches me stumble and fall
yet offers me not its arms but its pity.
I swear that face was carved by silent sorrow,
so ageless its likeness,
preserved with what traits the artful sculpture saw
and unbidden his hands carved to stone a mirror
so infinitely old this tomb of vacant memories,
O lo is that my eternal soul.......
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