The Face in the Mirror
Its Morning and
the face in the Mirror
shows traces of fear
.
Ravaged by time
the Grand Man looks in
burdened by secrets within
.
relief that the
reflection is Mute
for he can't refute
.
things that the Mirror knows
he dresses in Vestments before
Service begins as he closes the door
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I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago, since then My Rhymes Have Daunted me, Haunted Me, Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night, as the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream, quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through the corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me.....
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