of everlasting majesty
Attempts of sight amongst the darkness of night,
provide exquisite vision
squinting,
straining,
reaching total lengths from eye to mind.
My mind's eye flexes,
stretches,
reaches,
to a direct connection of shape and shadow.
Lifting fog ascends in nomadic directions,
clear-cut tragedies and
treacherous specters emerge.
Those sneaky tricksters,
taint-sowing painters,
egg-hatching greed-feeders.
Illuminated truth awaits us,
you devilish creepers.
There you stand, replicating my expression.
"Hello my friend" I say unto you,
pressing a scissor tongue against my teeth.
Your fire-y eyes spit tiny knives
into each dilated pupil of mine.
With ease I shift flowered blame upon you,
tossing it like a tombstone wreath.
This lead weight named responsibility
belongs only to you, dearest friend.
Yet, you accept my present without touché.
With head lowered stance, you reach out to me.
In synchronicity, I reach out for you too.
A reconcile awaits us...
the painful business of forgiveness.
I ache for the interaction of our senses,
but it cannot be so,
never to be so.
For this mirrored pane separates us
between the infinite depths of reflection.
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