I have no idea.


Turmoil of Time

In the glass,
Hazed and cracked-
Suspicion staring back,

Like sight of the sun,
Or eroding sin,
Suspicion staring back,
To watch you begin.




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 04:30

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hm. suspicions in the glass... a mirror? a window? a picture? the meaning changes from each perspective... a prism of sorts. i really like this one. so open to interpretation... and so deep. way to write! :)
2006-07-27