The mirror can wait
like a beggar in the rain,
like a mouth in the dark.
Its voice speaks;
water flowing
Into shadows that sigh.
Idols die of thirst before
they give up the ghost;
shrouded figurativeness.
The mirror can wait
like a beggar in the rain,
like a mouth in the dark.
Its voice speaks;
water flowing
Into shadows that sigh.
Idols die of thirst before
they give up the ghost;
shrouded figurativeness.