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Alcyone's Mirror
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The Voices of Stones Alcyone’s Mirror
We are the pupil of the window.
Dilating to let in the light – darkness
out there. A moment is ever-ending
memories. Your reflection of me is you
always was. The dyeing ember of dreams
misted by distant stars – the empty road.
December has pushed and pushed.
Visions through a glass eye – written into
a book of empty pages. The words scroll
across your forehead – but I dwell in sentiment
in the lamplight.
This one is so beautiful a
This one is so beautiful a reading experience that I had to read it twice at once, just to make sure I was actually reading it, and not just dreaming of a poem like it.
Starward