Thursday, October 30, 2008

A Looking Glass

I'm taken,
swept by the separation
of a pane of glass
as though permission's granted,
not having to ask

to watch you
and think of you
and wonder what's to pass
if I step beyond
the reflection
and make ask you out the task

but at last lights flicker,
switching off for the night
and chairs empty resigns me
I should have earlier strived
taken up with courage,
boarded up with bold
when I had the time

cognitive ability lies
as self-preservation
before abating belies

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