Twisted subversion,
an inverse extraversion,
your singularity shines
black among gold.
A grain of sand
falls, falls, turns,
and crawls, an inverse image
to my corneas.
As such I saw your world
through an hourglass, my
private window looking in,
The gravity of your conscious
subconscious ineffectively affecting
the unaffected.
And your eyes catch mine,
unknowingly, inescapable variable,
and you see and you don't,
my friend my friend, dear love
my friend, I am a shadow, the shadow,
a shadow you see not.
Anon, again,
My friend my friend, dear love,
my friend, I am naught but all, of all,
I am naught.
Finis, finis, I am done, I am faded,
A husk, a shell, no more, no more.
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