A Shadow of colorless canvas
gathers the form of day.
The day is flaming rage broken,
with shadows staining the canvas.

A speckle of dust settles
on the terrace of memory mansion,
feeling the enormous structure
standing on the syllables of past.

Memory sketches and erases
the face of colorless poetry
etched on the walls of mansion,
carving an instant god—
in gray exclamation!

Mirror of words
creates steam washed reflections
on the bubbles that suck word streams,
and lose the form in reflections.

(I watch me enter the mirror of words)

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