Through the mirror darkly.

Your looks will fade 

You’re in decline 

You’ll rig your grave 

Right next to mine 

All the things bazaar 

make up who she are 

All the kings divine 

Caught in mirrors darkly 

Took your picture 

Without film 

So to look your

waxy gloom in

Stillness frozen 

Cold snap bold 

Invisible in divisible latence

The iris trap 

Caught you cold 

Frosty spring 

Developing wings 

Alchemical crysallis 

Unborn paragon 

Latent symphony 

All the things bazaar 

make up who she are 

All the kings divine 

Caught in mirrors darkly

Your cooks will bake 

Your cork unstop 

Like a circuit 

Parallel 

That’s the way 

The Riddle works it 

Never bangs 

The dinner bell 

Your tongue will taste

You one last time 

You’ll rig your grave 

Right next to mine 

All the things bazaar 

make up who we are 

All the things that shine

Through the mirror darkly.

7/7/19