Voiceless echo, held
in arms of bouncing light
atoms catch, throwback
to a straight faced answer
constant child of mercurial water
before the phone avatar
a streaking finger could conjure
the full steam of childhood, its magic
ink of your marine ancestor, before
disappearing a naked
truth into ether
2
Looking glass
silent witness, teacher
of reflection, holder
of lilies and lotus postures
womb of creatures
half of reckoning’s fruit
ephemeral twin moth
eaten each day, you bring
harbingers of decay, wreck-
age and flotsam in the foaming
tides of the body, its teeming fog
banks of remembrance
softening into oblivion with each
dawn breath, drawn deeper
down down as Narcissus
to endless nether
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