My well of thoughts have dissipated,
beneath the murky waters
                                    lie
                      slumber
         secrete
the afterimages of what had evaporated.
repetition now swims in the vapour
of reflection.
     Duplicated
                           Reproduced
                                                    Imitations
of a droplets that seem to be deja-vu on the
surrounds of my reflections that are evaporating.