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• the mirror
• view from my window
• gentle me peace

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and when all is done
gather yourself to you
these many faces will disappear
as you look in the mirror
and see god

i look down upon the frames of many souls

and see the tattered roofs of their sheltered homes

water towers lunge to the sky in an obvious attempt to fly to the moon

and at night

the frames come to life

animated souls within squirm and giggle

and contemplate life in other spheres

like puppets in a show

i view them unemotionally as their worlds spin by

yet

my only regret

is that i cannot control the strings to the puppets i see

and help them untangle the knots binding them

but i must remember

these puppets framed by little peep-holes to their worlds

are

after all

souls in the play of the universe

and i am barely worthy of knotting my own strings

others desire to untangle

gentle me peace

opening doors of serenity

fickle frozen in wondrous worlds and just causes

shall we awaken with countless new sensations

grown full and ripe to entice recent days

or shall we be young and ignorant to bliss

the crescent moon escapes not this earths shadow

voices call in the distance

families before us beckon to heart

sending abounding emotion from distant memory

to capture almost uncapturable thoughts

a flash

in mind

of some forgotten place and time

and forever more shall we roam

questing the quest

kissing the tomorrow's dew wet face of happiness