Gerrit Photography
a stone face
your blind soul is
fixed
behind the wall
of glass level
and
dressed in
the webbed music
locked
in your system
my sighs
outside
spin
kick
bust
and trump
the reflection mess
yet for you
inside
I am less than
a mirage
a reflection
my visit
does not exist
Linking to:
Magpie Tales #287
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The Sunday Whirl
