A cryptic tryptich
Your life that goes by,
That flows
Unbalanced, strange—
Ephemeral-
Shadow,
who dresses in shadow
Not knowing mourning,
Nor who I am
No one whispers death—
No one even knows--
Knows no one
that I am--
even I
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Happenings never happening,
Names changed in secret
Time--
Of the shadow partner
That goes by, that flows—
Actions odd, that unfold—
Whisper in mystery,
Torture torturers' twins
Time--
Of the empty room
Disfiguring depths,
Distant scars—
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Zero moments,
Illustrating a mouth--
Opening
An O
Eyes drawing lines
Calm a heavy sky
Aerial poems
Photograph a hand
Inventing
A day
Time- -
Of the lucid eyes
Deciphering dusts,
Dimming names—
Encrypted lives--
Interpreting a death,
Detecting
A birth
Time, your life—
That goes by,
That flows
Shadows, lines—
That draw eyes,
That lift
Time—
Of the eye-drawn skies
That flow--
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