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Monday, December 04, 2006

Mirror (revised)

Reflected in your insouciant skin,
weariness and cruelty
unmisted by fog and shadow.

Unwavering.

Not a substitution,
but a blase duplicate
of a treachery in the mind.
Biding, a terrible fish.

Glittering black coals, unshuttered.
Gaunt, suet-sculpted planes, unmasked.

Impossible to touch.
Impossible to salute.
Impossible to reconsume.

Reflected in your grim, unholy skin,
the imminent beauty in the breakdown.



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