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One day, we shall all be a memory,
Walking in the footsteps of yesterday.
Look in the mirror my children;
You will see tomorrow's ghosts.
My long suffering has ended.
Gone are the sharp pains only partially blunted by morphine.
Like winter into summer, my tears are now perpetually frozen
Into the joy of death.
Stillness for me reflexes a lack of suffering

I should have known
The day I came home
Finding you all alone
Drowning in a blood-red sea
O broken mirrors.
Reflecting fragmented faces
Furtive, secret mazes
Disconnected places
Dark, empty spaces
Shattering all illusions
About the strangers
Perfect in the looking glass.
How could I have known
So far from home
Wandering on my own
Searching for direction
Reaching for connection
Imprisoned in a black-gray netherworld
Occupied by hooded demons hiding
From the mirror's lucid light.