Reflection
In
The
Café
Glass,
I see
Myself,
And
Beyond,
A
Liquid,
Shifting
Past.
Years
Muddle
On
A
Tabletop,
An
Empty
Plate,
And
Fade.
I stand
There,
Immersed,
And
See
What
I have
Made.
Is
This
The
Consequence
Of
All
My
Vain
Nonsense?
And
What
Would
It
Matter,
If
This
Vision
Should
Shatter
And
Scatter
My
Molecules
Across
The
Universe?
Too
Cruel,
I say,
Too
Adverse,
And
Move
Away.
In
The
Café
Glass,
I see
Myself,
And
Beyond,
A
Liquid,
Shifting
Past.
Years
Muddle
On
A
Tabletop,
An
Empty
Plate,
And
Fade.
I stand
There,
Immersed,
And
See
What
I have
Made.
Is
This
The
Consequence
Of
All
My
Vain
Nonsense?
And
What
Would
It
Matter,
If
This
Vision
Should
Shatter
And
Scatter
My
Molecules
Across
The
Universe?
Too
Cruel,
I say,
Too
Adverse,
And
Move
Away.
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