Building mirror’s other reality

Building mirror’s other reality

30 October 2015

 Collecting me

Sometimes, silent, I think of you in fall

It takes all of the dew of autumn leaves

To wet my lip crackling as it now weaves

Rustling edges, Indian summers that call

 

From creek I look at you now birth from caul

Wistful membranes resist as Earth now heaves

The pull, the push shudder as she bereaves

More so the words that I utter to maul

 

Sometimes as winter would dispel meadows

It takes the frost on splintered leaves that lie

To shatter all the shards of memory

 

When I would gaze upon lesser shadows

Filling reducing space from eye to eye

Building mirror’s other reality

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