TIME, THE MOLTEN GLASS (2003)
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The heart seeks
A brief interlude
In the flow of
Time
the molten glass
To see her reflection
As if
In the pristine waters of innocence
Or through ignorance
The hueless lens
Without flaws
Without anguish
Without affection
Without noise
Without cadence
And not when
The chiaroscuro
Of love and hate
Of joy and pain
Obtrude
Upon the sense
Making it blurred
Or intermittent
Sometimes just
A pregnant
absence.
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