Mirror
I cannot touch again
what was once
so near
All I feel when I reach
is a mirror of my fear
Did I erect this defamy?
it's reflection is mine indeed
but changed it seems
an image of the nothing
I am become to be
A wraith faithless, finite
Fading
already it is blowing away
and all that remains
is the light of your face
as in my quavering hand
a hammer you place...
The life and times of a total freak of the arts...
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