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Hall Of Mirrors
There they glist and flicker,
the light of the past bent
by time's fist-crush, the vitriol
of paranoia and deception.
I wrench the light and bite
its tangled cotton, teeth
to powder, to make a pain
from the guilt of my distortion.
Shut your eyes to blind the world.
A deck of mirrors to form
an infinite tunnel of then
a silver past running away
from my reach at light speed.
Each ancestor looks back,
drowning in the pane,
the gaunt faces of misery
who managed to pass the baton.
"Who wants to live forever?"
croaks the cracks.
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