Each day
Dissolves
Like dew.
Each day
Descends
To darkness
Falls.
Each day
Repeats
Its dawn.
Scattered lives
Entwined like
Webs.
Scattered thoughts
Unwound
So slowly
Like tumbleweed
In a desert
Breeze.
Nothing last
It seems
And nothing
Adds with
Interest
Till all the
Zeros
Tally in an
Endless row.
Once, in the
Facing mirrors of
A barbershop
I could see the
Future.
An
Infinite loop
That stretched
Forever
Like a dream.
Mediated Images
13 years ago
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