truth come calling
once a lifetime, twice
night and day
forms unspoken shadowy
creep the night, grow
no light, yet they
forms half open, half waking
prowl sunlight, yawn
drift and fade
keep time with reflections
on solid ground and clear lakes
put your broken mirrors
away
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