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Black reflection stares at me;
Skewed and stretched out of place.
I’m
sitting opposite myself with a lamp.
Black reflection's just an eyelid closed.
When it opens, it sees me and begins…
To
teach me;
Begins to tell me
But
I can still see myself in the eye.
Palindrome hum beguiles to breach me,
Begins to sing to me.
A
Siren drawing me into the new channel.
Jagged and sharp-- penetrating
My
own eye -- interjection!
Lubricated images coat my pupils
With a translucent film.
Clearly I can see…
Clearly I can see unclear,
When I turn my head and stare
Out
the window
At
life under a power line.
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