The Image
the vanishing mirror reflected
tranquil memories I'd yet to endure
thee eccentric essence of my being
rather vague I suppose while gazing
through eyes of wonder throughout
my fetish I'd collected frigid thoughts
of pure drudgery refuged only beside
a birds empty nest of broken twiggs a
nd wretched moss hanging sparingly
though i hadn't gathered a tangible
expression an yet simply comforted
in a single glance
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