Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The image stored

I saw my dark and evil self reflected
in the eyes of India. Displaced,
yet placed in cruel relief. The image
flickered, mocked and sighed.
So much for who I thought I was.
Within those eyes my heart lies bare,
a crystal vision on the pool,
so deep, so black and never plumbed;
but true - the image stored.

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