the
acquaintance wore familiar black robes
entering with
imperceptible moves
its presence
cutting the mind into grooves
disjointed
lines across the frontal lobes
all
consciousness focused into self probes
for the eye
in the dark mirror approves
of everything
that wretched pain removes
turning
thoughts into hidden tortured globes
suspended
within the forms of madness
spheres of
spinning and tilting arguments
of the egoic
mind seeking reasons
that are afflicted
with a flawed blindness
yet, the new
dawn’s light may sooth the torments
subtly, as
light of changing seasons
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