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Jul 2013
there is talk
of a parallel world;
one and the same as here
yet so drastically different—
imagine yourself
beyond a looking glass
you see your reflection;
it wears a smile
you wonder how your lookalike
has diminished your eternal frown
stand over deathly still waters;
toss an unfortunate pebble
perhaps the portal lies within
the undying ripples?
high above
a falcon scoffs;
upon your dusty ruins
with trembling fingers
reaching out—
for the broken glass
of a silver clock;
trapped in a dimension
ruled by hours
where the sands of time
flow fast

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phantasmal
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