the reflection.

the reflection.


this is a mirror trip
a slip from past to truth
a ghost less fascinated
with love of youth

myth is simple swift
a pyre for slowing breath
saving prayers seeded
with love of death

speak thick in quip
a map from there to here
slender frames formulaic
with love of fear

purse dry hissing lip
a twist is futile wait
placid hand gripping
with love of hate

tang of moiling fit
a lurid motion of
a ghost most fascinated
with loss of love.

Chris Vaughn


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