Thursday, March 26, 2009

When the Mirror Talks Back

Kept close to the ground.

The straw cats are hip to the inclinations 

hiding out in the corners of your mouth.

Strange though;

you don't show them much.

The corners I mean.

You nestle behind a vision of calm,

of deep concentration. 

Your as the dark top of shallow pool;

someone's apt to skin a knuckle from reaching into you too deep.

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