On
a reflection
You
who are in no place
who
wears my face
you
to whom I turn for the information
of
what is my state and status
in
this the world
from
whose inside is only inferred
the
stars and firmament
depend
for being on seeing by me
or
felt more immediately
touching
out space
in
a blindness
of
hearing what we cannot yet place
you
remind me of difference
and
simularity
you
masquerade beyond there
bend
the limits of light
you
are the love of refraction
you
pass in the night
you’re
the ghost that I carry
my
shadow set free
you
are the reverse of everyone
you’re
the image of me
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