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June 8, 2012


In the window of the cafe
I see
haunting eyes
as deep as the deepest ocean
staring back at me.
Their piercing gaze
unfolding into tomorrow,
reflecting back
beginningless time.
Portals revealing bits and pieces,
glimpses and hopes,
of things yet to come,
that have already happened before.
Peepholes into the tragic reality
of my existential ouroboros.
like a wayward vessel
hoping to find the safety of the other shore,
I sail down the river of forgetfulness
and crash
over and over again
into the rocky shores of beauty:
the siren song of desire
forever leading me


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