A Mirrored Window

 

See-through world of which I know no compassion,

Born to the Earth’s dust and Hell’s fire,

Forged in the shape of an ambiguity,

You are an unanswered response to what I aspire,

A falling shell, hollowed for blood or wines,

Faulted in lines on tributaries on lines,

 

Filled with love and hate and war and peace,

Seeds to the fruit of Eden ’s trees,

Ribbons to the red pounding at every core,

Strings to the intent behind the please.

You confound me with your still stable matter,

How many cracks will come before you shatter?

 

(When all opposed will look right through you,

All those who matter will look right at you.)

Reviews

[Natasha]

Haha, one of those times I'm left speechless.