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7.185
5.vii.26
it’s
only ever in the mirror
eyes of one’s own light
those who are gone
it’s only in mirror
the well of time lies flat, upstanding
see where you’re from, their faces
see the corridors of menace
you can almost hear
account for a crash
the trouble, dust up
same old chimney fits
the leaflessness
a craggy loft of
it’s only in the mirror
infinite regression
it’s every glance for reminiscence
duck then you’ll have to imagine
world still there
waffily yet
the cri de
coeur wake up
and dare you
double dare you
it’s only ever in the mirror
we see who’s behind it all
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