To Misplaced Permanence
by Jay Strader

Touching the mirror with my phantom’s eyes
Pocked with questions and riddles, to my surprise
The stars lie within

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On the outside, looking out,
The sun explodes, and heaves my doubt
Into space, to guard my sin
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From hollowness now full and sorely felt
Sailing between reflections quietly dealt
Causing wishes none can win
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But those who know the outside fly
And sheet with velvet tears that cry
Of love waiting to begin.

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