15 January 2008
A glass.
Silver plates clanking,
we all sit in rows, today and day after,
just to be served, forever!
The crows tear the curtains,
Flying in - angels of the Sun.
Think further than the glass,
it shows you to us and me -
Opposite of you and same.
Caught in the films of sand,
polished and blameless -
a wish far from true.
Run away, break the mirror,
Destroy and forget to live.
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