To Sail in a Broken Mirror

To Sail in a Broken Mirror


To the Nota Bene  

The lonely cry…

That “All the above my be an illusion”:

“I write, for it is so ordained…

To sail in a broken mirror,

Such is my destiny”




To wake up through the fall

Of origins and things

Wet Destiny is drawn in haste


Light and wind and lonely space

Feed the fears unknown

Feed the hopes unborn


The fall goes on forever

A tear of joy

A tear of grief

A tear to clean the eye


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