Mirror reveals a clockwork face,
Reflection wrought by history.
As a dial in the setting sun,
Shadows of myself presently stretch past.
Dust falls from me as sand in glass.
Pools of regret, drip sorrows tide,
Bellow beneath, becalm bestow.
Trivial pride, of dam-ned flame,
Conceptions conceit, complacency cast.
Sight is sound.
Grasp the scent.
Allusion’s allegory aligns alight.
Truth’s design in wake of lies,
As greased the gears run anew.
Mirror reveals a clockwork face,
Time is past, story still penned.
Until unwound.
-J.G.Smith (05/07/05)
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