the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

c:

A mirror facing outwards
Is effective both ways, simply glass.
A simple glance for a thousand chances
For an honest masquerade with the lights
Out and everything clear,
Nothing out of my sight.
The switchboard's sharp emissions,
Solid light that does not dim,
Are what I cannot unbecome
And everything I've always been.

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