unhinged the
mirror,
hung it upside
down,
stood on my
head
till blood rushed
to my feet
same old face
staring..
back at
me.
coloursofthesoul
like the kid with a
fistful of
coins,
but no wishes or
fountains of
fish
just his
own reflection..
in a puddle, begging
closer inspection.
i see your face
clear,
not here, but
clear,
i hear your voice
true,
‘least it sounds
like you
are here with
me too,
so, how am
i blue?
the darkest cloud in
blue expanse
doesn’t stand
a chance
when challenged by
surroundings..
can’t help but
burst or
dance
over
the
world’s passing
glance.
hail through a
window-
crouch behind the
couch,
until
it melts–
into a puddle of
much less
trouble..
barely
felt.
he
swung
traaapeze!
ballerina below shook
her leaves
to catch his
gaze..
on the prize-
his life,
in no position
to choose
a wife.
fake it till you make it
what you
wish
to
say to
passers by
no longer in
the way,
break
it-
and take time to
build it
firm..
to support full
weight of
form..
may survive all
storms?
a shake of the
head
dislodges dim night’s
dread
watch it flake to
floor to be
swept-
with any other
clutter
i’ve stepped
over.
a sun drunk
song..
soaked into
pores,
pour me one
more
he who knows
what for?
a sun sunk
under
eyes
midst the stars’
slurred
reply.
a fresh chance
to stroll
road
of potholes-
to dance around
each dark
drop,
eyes all the
way up..
feet in firm control,
until full
stop.
hands in the garden 
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