Light lies heavily
To the eye
The mirror is empty
Of form
Only self reversed
The opposite of poetry
Word and rhythm and heart
Turned back upon itself
By glass and silver
The mirror cannot be seen
The glass, the silver
Hidden in reversal and reflection
The mirror is empty of light
Empty of words
Empty of self
And full of music
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joshua mertz
May 13, 2015
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Another first draft
Sorry to post so often of late, but it bubbles up through me. This appears to be a harmonic to my existential angst series.