Friday, May 27, 2011

Windows into Self

You are looking at patterns,
things that one sees when
they tire while folding
and cutting and
shifting the shapes.

Such wonders these shapes 
and colors that come falling
on mirrors and windows
and closets and doors!

I know this boat is me;
and you, soul of my self,
are locked in the bow
of this flagship.

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