The stories
Once etched
Into the unknowns
Of the night
Repeat themselves
In chains
Broken only
By the power
Of presence
I spy
Out of the corner
Of my eye
A reflection
Of me
Never before seen
Glass, clearly
Mirroring a message
Back to me
Grounded feet
That hold me, only
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