day has finally succumbed to the dark
black covers the ground and trees,
it covers the houses and the sky with
no sparkling stars or dangling moon,
shadows play with our souls and our
souls play with the devil and the
devil, inside us all, sees what no one
else and seen, penetrating would be
reflections with cunning mastery...
the room spins around our thoughts
and around the windows that once
allowed us access to the outside...
when the hands of darkness were
not seducing us... we see ourselves
reflected in the glass, appearance
deceive as it is not us at all, these
reflections have been buried deep
us, much deeper than deep so as
never to return... they are that
which we cannot see... which we
do not want to see... that which
we no longer want to share as
once did when we were party to
our own fantasies and desired
others who felt the same way.
November 28, 2023
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