I see my reflection
CLEAR
From waist to face,
A stone placed
to plug the drain.
Wasting time.
Caging Space.
No ripple will I let disgrace
The calm, the safe,
This plane I've made
These pools of ink
make fools my thinking
thoughts, Bewildered
by'ts perfection,
The Image caught stagnant,
and
My reflection, the Fool,
Just stood there and Stared.
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