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Poetry

Temperance in extremity
Frozen for a season – my heart was winter’s game
Frozen for no reason, except the cold of a winters day
Chosen for the season – my mind is set aflame
Chosen for no reason, accept the sentence and the shame

Burnt for a season – my skin is summer’s goal
Burnt for no reason, except the clarification of my role
Yearned for a season – my hand takes soul to guide
Yearned for no reason, except the heightening of the tide

Tide of the power, power of the hand
Pen guided by the soul, soul guided by the hand


Upper Mirror

The sky darkens as I gleefully look upon it
I use it as my mirror; the water is poisoned
I dare not drink or look the liquid blue turn brown
Reflection of the physical and mental I do see

The Upward Mirror sees all -breaks all- shattered
But my light do I reflect and I see it as whole
No prisma can undo me - my soul is one with one
No rainbow can unfold for me - my eyes see naught but sun