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{Saturday, June 14, 2003 . }

Reflection

Hangs heavy the veil across my eye
disguising the marbled sphere
asking why am I not aloud to cry
There arrives epiphany

To enter through the chasm devoid of light
toward the bleak farscape
a canvas beckoning to assuage the fright
with a spectrum to adorn

The desolate wasteland of my mind
the vacancy of soul
yet need not a light to find
eternal bliss within

For upon the glass beyond mine own
there lies a splendorous treasure
I am not to be alone
not with one but two

- Wells

Joe blogged on 8:29 PM

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