Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur.
12 Jun
for years the gallery rang
with praise and fascination
colors flashed among the glass
to the child’s delight
when suddenly the mirrors
turned to face each other
banished his reflection
knowing still they sing
but never for his ears
starving eyes beg the visions to return
hear only echoes of cold closing
as the knife switch kills the final light
show’s over, kid.
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